A Poem for Day Eight
It's amazes me how the smallest offense
can lodge like a splinter
in my heart
A bit of pique and huff appear
the outward signs of my
displeasure
And in my little righteous mood
I turn my stubborn thoughts
to you
How awful if, like me
you wasted time
on indignation
You, the real owner
of every right
chose not to claim even one
Today's Advent lesson
seems to be
You moved first
pursuing me
-lisa, 8 December, 2013
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