Dearly Be-loved.
In my prayers I asked God to listen… 
to a litany of wrongdoings.
I held nothing back 
when I confessed 
your sins.
Then I told God how powerless I was,
how empty life had become.
I prayed that
He would change you.
So that life would be alright again.
I promised to say more prayers,
to be more churchy,
if only He would change you!
God didn’t hear me.
You went away.
Oh!
I knew I had my faults,
but nothing compared to yours;
so why should I change
when you wouldn’t or couldn’t?
Then, you were gone.
Somewhere, in my aloneness,
I began to look at the me in me,
to see my part in our un-doing.
Then tonight, on my knees,
I asked God
to forgive me.
God heard me.
Now, we are both free.

© 2015

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