It’s true, it was a rotten thing to do.
Apology accepted, though. What’s more,
the deed has been forgotten. Still, the spore
of guilt proliferates. The mirror’s cue,
a wagging finger, leads its retinue
of blame. You keep reopening that door,
returning to the crime scene to implore
the pardon that’s been freely granted you.
Or is God’s promise only for the clean
and righteous soul? Do you suppose his love
is rationed out in bits as case by case
is proven worthy? Look behind the screen.
There isn’t anyone deserving of
forgiveness—that’s the miracle of grace.
2005 Mary Boren