How can I not forgive you;
For that which I may be guilty of too?

How can I be so hypocritical;
With fierce darts so critical?

For it is great Grace,
That saves me as a Scapegrace.

Buffeted and Battered by Transgressions,
I bow to my knees, folded within.

Searching to recognize my peace,
As hot tongues of the brethren’s accuser,

Chastises from within the inner realm,
A quiver full of squirmy thoughts.

How can I not….

For to forgive you
Is to forgive myself.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha