Unforgivable

Judge not, and ye shall not be judged: condemn not, and ye shall not be condemned: forgive, and ye shall be forgiven. -- Luke 6:37 ___________________________________ I crossed the line I spilled the wine The rest of my life, I am unforgivable In crowds, in families, in my own chapel I am here to be shunned There is no victory to be won Yet everday I still prepare a bowl of fruit Hoping to once again rethread my suit Come and break bread with me Remove the spear that is there but you cannot see I am a man in desperate need of a hug Look below, we stand on the same stained rug Friday, November 12, 2021 ''U'' Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Constance La France