The frail, wooden ferry drifts past my station. Charon’s
purse is heavy with my gold. Yet he will not stop and await my board. I will
not make the river crossing this night, for my duties on this side remain
unfinished. I first, God claims must forgive the cruelty she imparted to me,
but this I cannot do. For then I must concur that harm and mal-thought were in
her mind. Defeated thought it may be my heart is unwilling to accommodate her
infliction. I must also accept that she is less than I believed flawless and
precious.
She, like others before, is a bruised and pained creature of
the Lord, with no desire to return to me. So hopelessly I linger trapped partly
in both worlds but incompetent to join in the joys granted by either. I am but
a surveyor, an observer of happiness and love enjoyed by others and pulled far
beyond my grasp.
-Johnny V.
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