May 7 [1 John 1:9]

Today was like concrete.

Some things just take flat time,

a dose of concentration,

a computer, notes, and fingers.

Hearts fell rough, though.

I was as hard as the sidewalk,

and less accommodating.

My care came out like

cherry juice, thinly sweet,

in words to make apology

and efforts to help.

Forgive me, I cried,

I want to change my ways.

My grieving didn't scrub me clean -

His blood did that

(thicker and more live than cherries,

and a surer soap).

Today I was walking to exile
but the road has turned to lead me home.