times it seems Forgiveness plays
A fleeting role in old clichés—
To be discarded or ignored
Depending on whose ox is gored
Or when a bitter teardrop drips
A taste of vengeance on the lips.
At first the tang is sickly sweet,
But soon ferments to vile conceit—
Dissolving conscience and regrets
With restless sleep and midnight
Until it burns a ragged hole
Into the substance of the soul.
No one survives a prideful war
Declared to "even up the
When tongues are sharpened to berate
And rumor mills regurgitate
With no concern for pain or cost—
The longer fought, the greater lost.
So whether we’ve been wronged or not,
We should observe what Jesus taught—
To love thy neighbor as thyself
And leave thy ego on the shelf,
For only love defeats the woe
A taste of vengeance can bestow.