of forgiving.
which, i think is God's work,
unless he's out
to dinner,
on vacation, or just plan
busy with
other important things?
who am I to forgive.
and before i can even ponder
such grace,
i need to hear an apology
from anyone that wants it
from me. forgiveness, really?
i'm still waiting.
still waiting.
crickets are chirping.
1 comment:
I'm sorry
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