I want to know those
who are not perfect,
who spoke an unkind word,
who hurt another’s feelings, or
the ones who tried and failed.
I want to know those whose hearts were broken
who did not show righteous calm,
I want to know those who forgot how to pray,
but are turning to God, again.
We are all but walkers on a path
that takes its twists and turns,
We are all imperfect travelers,
and yet, we are noble souls,
We try to light our little fire,
we try to fan the flame,
We are not here to be perfect,
but to get up, and try again.
cfblack, 11-21-22
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