Monday, November 23, 2015

Forgiven, forgiving

I am wrung dry tonight
   Worn from a morning
   Where I lost my temper
I can excuse it as righteous anger
   My point stands
   But that's just it
      --it's an excuse....
Apologies were made
   Forgiveness extended
      both ways....
But still I beat my head
   Against the wall
            my failure....
How is God able to forgive me so freely?
   I long to learn this
   So I can forgive myself.
Danza de los Voladores~Dance of the Flyers
Tlaquepaque, Mexico
There are days I feel like I'm twirling dizzily like this!

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