Burning Wrongs

I lit the piece of paper,
Listing the wrongs, on fire.
It burned ashen in a few seconds time,
Without witnesses to the petty crimes.

Somehow, I’d recorded them in my mind
And replayed them like a turn style,
Spinning bad lyrics on a scratched 45.
I did it often without knowing why.

After all, He set my record ablaze
When he first forgave.
So I’ve loved again in earnest,
Setting out to do my durndest.

Posted in Perspective, Poem for Your Day, Poetry
One comment on “Burning Wrongs
  1. Barbara Berube says:

    Hey David, I just realized I hadn’t sent you my email address, so I am doing so now. I enjoy your work. Blessings!