
life is, and what happens, birds/
still fly at sun set.
Only a parent/
could read their child’s Facebook post/
and burst into tears.
She wants poems from me/
but she’s in love with him. What’s/
wrong with this picture?
It seems you cannot wash away
false tales of the Scarlet A.
No matter how untrue,
those rumors will follow you.
You can be washed pure and clean,
and know in your heart what repentance means,
as you are forgiven and changed with His love,
and readied for His courts above.
Yet others (who may be meaning well,)
will false tales and gossip tell.
And you may never have the chance
to clear your name or learn the circumstance.
So stand strong, even in pain. Sometimes all you can do
is remember again how He’s forgiven you.
When people you trust/
turn judge and jury, before/
they execute, run!
Two friends
now stand at the same door
I had once entered
and exited, before.
One is heading out.
One might go in.
One is fleeing darkness.
One might embrace sin.
She who is leaving,
(as I also learned,)
knows the folly of entering;
knows evil should be spurned.
I will weep for joy as the one comes out,
and cry in anguish ‘til the other turns about.
He offered to change/
her life. Don’t eat Doritos;/
munch on Davidos.