This poem is not meant to suggest a passive acceptance of abuse.
I have been bruised, a wounded love, trampled by uncaring wrong; a joke, he laughs and turns away; his disgust blatantly displayed. I offer God's shalom. Neglected, a young wife disowned; he the undisputed ruler of his realm. His harsh commands hurled from his throne, cutting and cruel. God grant him calm. I dare not hate the bitter rod he wields upon my shattered soul, nor react, for it has hastened me toward God, a mystery only experience can dissect. I yield to providence, a jeweled grace, that bids me kiss my persecutor's face. Copyright, 9-2-2015 Faye Lanham Gibson
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