I would like to believe in this,
yet, someone told me not so long ago …
in an afterthought I decided,
a different direction might perhaps show
how silly ridiculous indecision can be,
when allowed to fester in the mind of our soul.
There is a question of what is right, perhaps what’s wrong,
and then you look me in the eye and tell me again,
I’d simply forgotten is all,
call it human frailty,
and I do walk away self-righteous and proud,
though the cumbersome matter remains our reality.
I listen in earnest to the politic of a poignant idea
and wonder in quiet if when I react,
will I be lauded for agreement or crucified a vixen
that purveyor of an indecent load of scrutiny,
suggested upon those now with the authority.
I suppose I’ll rather than dwell upon that which has occurred,
might we begin to unravel bindings hold fast passionate Grace.