There’s nothing sweeter than the thought of your
Looking at me with those unshallow eyes,
And knowing that they’ll always see the true,
Forgiving all the smooth self-serving lies
I tell myself, and all the faults behind them.
I wish I had your charity. I tend
To feel regret and blame, and then rewind them
Into a loop of shame without an end.
But your forgiveness gives me pride—it tells
Me that I have a worth I cannot see,
And makes a heaven out of what is hell’s
Claim on my soul: that I deserve to be
Unloved, unmourned—a soul who never dreamed
Or hoped—till in your eyes I was redeemed.
Copyright 2015 Matthew J Wells