As all men are destined to return
She is infinite compassion
A warmth all her own
And we are pathetic
Simple broken things
Disabled by anger and testosterone
Eternal children unable to enter
She strokes my head and forgives
My words of fear
Stinging rebuke of my hand
Her calmness a lake in the wilderness
With this broad warm heart as its centre
Fold me inside and forgive again
For I am just a man
© shaun patrick green 2011
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