Joanmarie Peranteau Poet I do not know?

Who Am I To Complain

In my anger and self pity I wallow,
for the wrong done to me.
Unappreciated, taking for granted,
no entitlement of regard and respect given
and the list goes on.......
Oh the pain..... Woe is me!

As I turn from my belly onto my back and
face upward towards the vast blue sky,
a thought occurred.... who am I to complain,
this has been since the beginning of our time.
For the Giver of every good and perfect gift
has suffered this same pain and much worse,
there are many who put everything before Him,
when in everything He should be put first.

So I roll from my back and onto my knees
and supplicate to Him for His forgiveness,
for of such selfish acts.... I am also guilty.
Oh the pain of trying to extract the rafter
from my own blind eye is worse than
the pain of any wrong done to me.
So instead...for Our Heavenly Father I cry...

By; JoanMarie Peranteau

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Arthur Vaso June 14, 2014 at 11:20 PM JoanMarie, this is a beautiful poem, simply beautiful. The pain you feel is normal, you wouldn't be human if not, I find the more goodness inside of a person, the more they suffer life's torments, the more they take on their shoulders. Even a stranger from afar, I support you with good wishes!!!! Healing is painful and takes time, but I pray you will see brighter days! Joanmarie Peranteau June 15, 2014 at 12:29 AM Thank you so much Arthur for your encouraging words and for your insight...As regards my son, I won't ever heal, I just have to try to live with the deep and painful wound and it's very difficult. But this poem is not regarding my son and the one I just now posted. Thank you so much for all your wonderful and encouraging comments.