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
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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
Categories:
rethread, anxiety,
Form: Couplet