Poem July 18, 2005 Issue

Self-forgiveness

Ginny Luedeman

No moments of failure,
when something was lost.

No foolish decisions,
when treasures were tossed.

I didn't mess up,
and forget God is here.

I didn't make choices,
that made good disappear.

I live in the care
and the love of God's grace.

There's no way I can move
to a lesser loved place.

My keeping is not
in the wisdom of man.

But always secure,
in God's spiritual plan.

I forgive all my yesterday's
visions, unclear.

And hear my God telling me,
"Child, you are dear."

—Ginny Luedeman

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