Sunday, October 11, 2015

Forgive Them

         Forgive them, 
        Rabbleous cacophony rattling my door,
        They know not what they do
        Or what they are for.

        I only see through a darkling  glass
       Vistas of love
       And how by its silent power,
       The redeemed will pass,

       How a stone is warmed in silence,
       Softened 
       To bear a flower.