Wednesday, March 13, 2013

One little mistake

I really did not know, but this was just that one time.
I asked if I could just say that it was one little thing, yet it would be counted as my crime.
I wanted the goodness of my nature and not the sublime.
Asking, pleading and wanting to change it back to how it was will do nothing.
I go and ask forgiveness as I sing.
I gaze down and think of the one who gave me the ring.
Maybe it is all a blessing.
Here, Now, This is the thing!

1 comment:

  1. Your poems are beautiful. You really should post more of these!

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