Oh, Lord, Forgive Such Hubris

Oh, Lord, forgive such hubris as would sum up the quotient of an immortal soul…… I have… spared the dandelions, forgiven the birds, washed the car, parked again in the same spot….. prayed for a different result consoled a crying child stifling my tears…. ego’s vain attempt at being strong wasted in the trembling of my heart cried alone, enmeshed in….. regretting deeds that cannot be undone words that cannot be recalled faces….faded…. forgotten……faces held the banner through the storms of doubt filled angst….unbuckled stood alone atop the chasm walls raged against the shadows of dark canyons shielding from my eyes an endless love For Lord, if I be but bone, and flesh, and sinew what use have I for dandelions unwept tears. ©6/2/2019 Soul IQ Poetry Contest Chantelle Anne Cooke sponsor