The Stony Path

Long before the sunrise came the call to reconcile.
A myriad of arguments the soul could not appease.
No excuse or logic could absolve what’s been defiled.
A failed calculation, a judgmental lapse,
A kindness missed or courtesy, neglecting basic need.

How far to walk the stony path, confident and able,
Then, of a sudden, stumble, as children fast at play.
No innocence to mask the shame, no loving arms to cradle.
A register that won’t subside, engraved upon the mind,
Unless an amnesty be granted, merciful and kind.