I'm not perfect,
Far from it; to be honest.
Still never an excuse,
For every bitter word I've ever used.
And then when at times,
Your love just won't shine,
My frantic eyes,
Search the horizon for the silver line.
That is your divine kindness,
Ironically, that which leaves me blinded.
And I end up on a treacherous road on my own,
And your forgiving heart is forced to lead me home.
Even still I am wise enough,
To know this kindness lacks abundance.
And yet I audaciously pray,
Forever this radiant; you stay..
For uneven pebbles like me,
You are the pond; we call the eternity.