“If you are suffering from a bad man’s injustice, forgive him – lest there be two bad men.”
St. Augustine
Hey you, over there You who cowers in their lair Incapable of care I hate the face you wear. It gives no single thought Muted, adds to my distraught A stone cannot be shown or taught To bleed. No, your love can’t be bought. I fling these venom darts your way And wait, with heat, to meat my prey Yes I who was the victim first Has now become a villain worse. So now I meet You on my knees Lord, begging for Humility. Can I, the heart, that I speak of Beat now, through You, for him, with love?
Grateful and Blessed and Sometimes a Mess 