Time heals all wounds they say Give it time they say It'll get better. But still it sits The memory comes back Time and again. Shame, loathing fills a heart.
As I read through the book of John
I see Peter
Denying his Lord
Three times, and the cock crowed.
I see myself in Peter
You know
Denying the Lord
Questioning what I know
Caught up in the moment
Forgetting myself
Worried about things
Not trusting the truth.
I need to remember
Failures don't define
Peter went on to become
A stalwart in the faith.
Yet I don't see myself
Getting better
I just see myself
Continuing to struggle.
To deal with the shame
of my continued
Constant
Failure.
How to Get past it?
I do not know.
I just live
Each day Striving.
I know God's Grace is real
I know abundant life
Waits just around the corner
I know this.
And sometimes
Sometimes I catch a glimpse
And I stand on wonderment
At what will be better.
And again I believe.
This is a poem based on the Five minute Friday word provided by Miss Kate. Today’s word is better. Won’t you come join us? Write for five minutes, share with others, be encouraged as you encourage others.
Thoughtful poem. Thanks for that.
you are welcome. thanks for visiting. 🙂