Failure

Psalm 130:3 

If you, O Lord, were to keep track of sins,
O Lord, who could stand before you?

 

Aftermath of desire … fulfilled for a moment

Destruction magnified as hate celebrates

Ruins in a heap … guilt without atonement

Feelings turning petrified for someone else to blame

 

Once a raging fire … now a washed up pile

Lost imagination ready to kill oneself

Swimming in the mire … for just a little while

Then instill the courage that all will be well

 

To heal wounds of guilt … does not take too long

We’ll use the balm of compromise to the utmost

The grace we’d spilled … now in uncertainty, we belong

and our witness folk despise … for it lacks the Holy Ghost

 

Jan Wienen

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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