the pangs of sickness
and depths of dark
have reminded me
again
to speak less
to forgive more
life is way too short
to waste a day or even moments
on vengeance and wrath
i need every day
for the sake of the spiritual
i fear i am truly an empty vessel
i fear i am a vessel of dishonour
i know that not one ounce of what i have or am that is good or blessed
is from mine own hand
i hope that i am in the vine
that i will not be cast off
i am sorry often
because i see myself
sometimes
from the shores of eternity
and have nothing to show
nor treasure to bear
for all the work and gifts that have been bestowed upon me
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