Saturday, October 5, 2013

forgive like god

I love.
God loves.
Though God does not have a body,
which could get frustrating.

I loved you.
God did, too.
Then again, God loves everybody--
She spreads it around, that's what I've heard.

I knelt right here
to win Her ear,
and prayed and prayed and prayed and prayed
my little heart out for you

that the most awful painful things
would smack you where it stings
and if
these wishes failed, why then,
I might have to consider
to forgive.

So I forgive
like God forgives,
though we both hold back flood and plague
just in case--

which could get messy,
Missy.
Just you wait.
_________

13 comments:

LaTonya Baldwin said...

Yeah. Forgiveness ain't easy. Still, we do our best to hold back. I think God hears you. She certainly speaks through you. Miss you, chica. Crazy busy.

TexWisGirl said...

i like it.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

Hard to forgive, but maybe ok if flood and plague get held back just in case, cause even god does that... love this sassily insightful take.

Betty Manousos said...

beautiful, insightful poem. thank you so much for sharing your wonderful thoughts.

have a great weekend~

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the sassy "could get messy, Missy. Just you wait."

hedgewitch said...

The repetition and alliteration work really well in this--give a very restrained and almost formal feel to an emotional piece. I especially like the switch between conversational and biblical tones.

Mama Zen said...

This is wicked cool!

Sioux said...

Shay--

I lovedlovedloved your line break between the third and fourth stanza.

Brilliant.

Cloudia said...

Your balance,choices, and uber-clarity conspire in this to beg a species of poetic perfection.....pleasing,


Aloha

Lolamouse said...

Love that ending!

grapeling said...

see, with you, you draw an "X" in the air and gently wave your pen and it lands square. you don't need a laser sight, anything so quaint and technical as a red dot. and your target? a red dot means instant end, a flooding red splotch, and they get out from what comes next. but your "X"? That's where fright burrows beneath the skin: because survival means more x's.

Daryl said...

i bet it does get messy

Sara said...

Okay, in my previous comment I mentioned how beautifully you write love poetry. Well, now I say you're also very good at revenge poetry. This one made me laugh loudly. I'm still laughing:~)