There is a hole in my heart, that he left,
a sting in my pride when I re-read his letter-
the one that says he would” rather not
have a relationship. after all this time.”
I had no reply.
All the images I had in my head
of some magical reunion
fell to pieces in my mind
like shards of shattered glass
piercing through untouched layers
I began to wonder,
what is wrong with me?
In the midst of tears, I realized,
there is one who loves me,
knows my steps,
every single flaw
and accepts me anyway.
He tosses my past
into an ocean of forgiveness;
blows the dust off
a book of love letters
he left.
….I am penning a poem a day for Jesus to celebrate his birth from Nov 24 through Christmas. This is day 6