UNTIL COMPLETE

Forgive me, Lord, for I blame them.This wound unravels each mend.Over and over I forgave the offense.Still, over all this time I get tense.The stitches break and anger flows.Bite your tongue so as not to let it show.In silence, the spiritual practice begins.To mend the frayed stitches end.Water on a hot flame of anger.Forgiveness replacesContinue reading “UNTIL COMPLETE”