GOD AND BITERNESS

God take this bitterness—

—take the resentments too
I've been poisoned

I pray for you—

—that you receive all you deserve
I know not what that is

I am just mortal man—

—grateful that I am
and you too

A child of God—

—like me
grace and mercy

How easy it is to love—

—the lovable
the perfect one

How easy it is to hate—

—the unlovable
the flawed one

Who's eyes are these—

—that I look through
that I pierce

I am tired and weak—

—my soul is jaded
from what I say

Out of my mouth—

—my heart speaks
vile

Out of my mind—

—my soul speaks
denial

Vocal fast—

—vision fast
clear imagination

Locked up—

—against the wall
I stand to fall

Who are you—

—whence you come
are we are not the same

A thousand times over—

—I forgave
just this once

No power—

—have I liberty
with no power

Where is your light—

—darkest light
precarious flame

Have you no truth—

—to lie
to steal

You want—

—you take
the need

Blame—

—charge your agenda
in the shadow

There is still time—

—to turn around
aim now

As long as you see—
—you hear
you feel

©2012 pek

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