Visiting Again
I don't care anymore
about the rejection of ten
years ago.
I'm revisiting some of those
voices who spoke to me,
listening to the words again.
You say you love me.
How can that be? I don't
even love myself.
Maybe if I say it over and over
again I will believe it.
Help me believe it.
I say I trust you, but we both
know that trust is not
complete. I mean, just look
at how my hands are still
clutching whatever I can.
Amazingly, you tell me
that's okay. These are all
steps on the way.
Pieces of a larger process
I haven't glimpsed yet.
Prerogatives
We don't get to measure
out the grace and mercy
that is given to others.
Reminders of parables
come up here. A vineyard,
and the owner gets to pay
everyone as he pleases.
But how can generosity
slip past us? We want to
strain at it.
How can this person or
that person get in? Would
we know a believer
in a line up in front of us?
What if we listened to their
conversation a while?
What does it mean, how
can we tell, that heaven
has mingled with earth
in our lives?
We scatter a bit of heaven
everywhere we go, choosing
not to cast judgment,
bitterness, and argument
where we step.
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. He blogs at jddehartpoetry.blogspot.com.