Maimed and Twisted

He arrived so small, so tender
after we had grown so exceedingly bold.

He lay vulnerable – approachable
while we stood armed and most reserved.

He was most fair, above all honest
while we grew vain and shrewd and worthless.

He was personal and most attentive
while we were distant, reckless and misled.

He fused forgiveness with true healing
while our vengeance left us maimed and twisted.

He remained ever mindful and devoted
while we mounted our rebellious, callous stairs.

He was tactful, helpful, selfless
while we grew utterly self-absorbed.

His life was calm, His ways most peaceful
while we were restless, jealous and absurd.

His love was loyal, yet not demanding
while we remained unfaithful and unsure.

His arms were open, His heart extended
while we ran mocking from our only hope!

Petra O. Hefner


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