perennial bitter words…

covered
with
a thin layer
of
smiles
and
a dusting
of
forgiveness
it
sprouts
with
any
salty
precipitation
quickly blooming
into
its
former self
a scarlet
broken heart

factum…

principle of forgiveness
regardless of intervening words
the reality is
once said
always lived

 

 

dooming moral choice…

simple to ignore
the faces and lives destroyed
when your eyes are closed
if you ask for forgiveness
you’ll find that our ears are closed

 

it’s all about timing…

the pastor
swayed
to
the music
from
the youth choir
smiling broadly
as
he opened
the bible
and
read
a verse
about
the true meaning
of
forgiveness
to which
deacon jones
exclaimed
amen
while
staring
at
a frowning
sister jones
in
the front row

 

heaven’s prepayment…

talked to the preacher
said we should forgive all sins
especially his
but when i asked about mine
a donation was required

 

hidden costs…

words said may linger
unseen but ever present
clinging to today

 

reunion without reconciliation…

 

your words
of
understanding
and
forgiveness
cannot
be heard
for
the distance
between
the two of you
is
greater
than ever before
oh
there was a time
when
perhaps
your words
might have
touched
the heart
but
now
your words
cannot
be
heard
nor
can
the tracing
of
your tears
be
followed
by
those gentle hands
no
your words
cannot be
heard
even tho
you stand
just
above
the grave

 

not my job man…

i’ve
often wondered
why people insist
that
one should
forgive
and
forget
sins against you
but
since god
can wash away
all sins
i’ll leave
those jobs
up
to him

unable…

forget
forgive
the feeling
of the soul’s flesh
being peeled away
the blood of dreams
flowing into
your
vanity’s street
forget
for
give

shipwrecked…

his forgiveness
lies on the seabed
of his anger
there will be
no
rescue effort