Trespasses

As we forgive those who trespass against us . . . .

Trespasses

Hello there mine old enemy,
may you find love and ecstasy,
and be free of what you see in me,
to have joy in your biography.

I heard you too are suffering,
and sad about your lover’s fling.
I hope you find some comforting,
to help you through most anything.

Return to days of love and joy!
And be just like a little boy
who shoots like he’s an Iroquois,
an arrow, made of tinkertoy.

For you are me and I am you,
the hatred . . . should we say it's through,
so then our life can start anew,
if we let go, that residue.