#784 Just Ask 7-19-18

I am no saint.

Instead,
lately,
I’ve been nurturing
a budding intolerance for
guilt.

Heavens howling hound,

knowing

sin

shreds the silken fabric
draping heavens throne,
wounds his Masters
hopeful, Holy heart,

(yet is so human an option,)

dug the hole,
planted the seed in my soul,
certain,
the forgiving Father,
offering His loving-kindness,

waits
to nurture the seedling,

but,

He,

never the pushy bully,
ever the unobtrusive gentleman,

knows,

all sinners need to do

is

ask.

.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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