Friday, August 13, 2010

Pride

Pride
my enemy
my shield
my prison
blinding me to the truth
blinding me to the Truth
causeing me to hold my hurt
so no one ill see
so no one will know
how weak I really am

written 1998

Apologies

I'm sorry.

I truly am.

I'm sorry for you
who have nnot known

evil
or

darkness
neglect or
harsh words
harsh hands
long illnesses or
suffering of any king
shape or form

Not that it's plesant
but it's the stuff that this world's cursed with
You'll never be able to empathize
You'll never have the privilege
of seeing the difference
when the Lord takes you
out from the Darkness
into His light

They say that Precious objects
shine brighter against a black background

You know what?

They're right.

1998