She threw in the towel


Another failure

A deficiency

Lack of sufficiency

Mess, botch, bumble

Inadequate fumble

And her mind was branded:


By fiascos and frustration

It felt like life’s castration

It led to more temptation

Of obliteration


One thought permeated

A seed of creation

The thought of salvation

Denying condemnation


Those arrows that flew to her heart and her mind

Were dislodged

From their place

With one glance on His face

She was no longer blind

Getting up from the mud

She ran to the arms

Of the Father of Love

His words- soft spoken

Her pain- all broken

He gave- a token

Of Forever Love.

Laurie Stasi 1/28/13


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