A Poem of Lament (in which I lament my inability to fully love God and love others)
I have failed you
when you walk into the room
timidly asking for a meal and perhaps something more.
The swipe of a credit card and an impatient heart
and our interaction falls short of doxology.
I have failed you
in my inability to see you even as you squint at the menu and
murmur that you cannot see well.
I am the one guilty of lack of sight; you are the one
in which His glory is manifest.
I have failed You
reminiscent of Peter and mournful of acts of betrayal.
My faith falls short; my hands bleed red
on the eve of divine Crucifixion.
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