33.  I Dance in Your River of Mercy

I taste the fruit

to taste it bitter

and cloying

on the tip

of my tongue.

But what am I to say

to bad fruit, poor manners,

harsh words, and hypocritical

behavior when the one who acts

Is the one who's self-satisfied?

I remember what breaks my heart,

An act of obedience that hurts

Like nails in the hand and spear

To ribs. To forgive what seems unforgivable

Because I was once unforgivable too.

But now I dance in Your river of mercy,

so who am I to impede its stream?