Slouching in front of the pantry,
staring at the tangled packages
filled with nothing, replaced with hope
or negligence. This is the moment
where God’s compassion fills deeply.
But this is also the precipice.
Foul feelings shimmer and lure me
to the edge of a thick resentment.
The guardrails are missing. The sign-
post is a reminder of warning.
But the breakers sound beautiful
in their peerless allure to console.
How weak the heart. How brave the child
who snatches me from my betrayal
and wraps me in complete trust. How
stupid I am to forget God’s heart.