Simply Kind

She measured the grace she’d been given
The grace she’d given and recalled
The fragile mercy that faltered
Fell rotten from the vine
Missed the perfect time for picking

Because keeping up and tabs and score
Bring nothing but hauntingly familiar pain
And they can take a soul to the brink
Of dissatisfied
Disappointment

Shatters all the dreams for harmony
A perfect pitched life of faith and love
Of getting on and getting past
And loving again
With everyone in her  world, the one in which she lives and breathes
And stumbles, errs, trips up and forgets when to speak and when to listen

Well in love, where to step and how and when

Throw open the window
And let grace blow in
Rustle the curtains and carry out the stale narrative of past grievances
Let freedom fly on the kite tails
Of the tender mercies
We simply choose
To forgive

Wind whistles during the storm
And after
Comes the quite
The pregnant pauses ripe for reconciling

Score keepers and old story telling
And not looking a man in the eyes
Drain faith
Dampen hope
Mute the message of
The Gospel

She wants to see faith at work

And just saying hello to your brother
And not walking away from a sister

You don’t know how
The Gospel
Speaks so sweetly
When you, the messengers are

Simply kind

She wants to see faith at work