How often have I shouted you down Hurling words of absolute certainty Against the softness of your sweet face? Sending shards of shame As sharp as slivered glass Into the moist, pink pleading of your heart?
How harshly have I rejected The silent questions flowing From pools of blue water Feeling only my own self-centered And childish need?
How trustingly you turned day after day Seeking the light of love. How frequently did the ice of denial and distraction Freeze your soul, sending you fleeing To worlds better left untouched?
How can God love this soul of mine, This very soul that caused so much pain?