0373 Regret

Poem By Michael Shepherd

We have a 'past'...however, now, not true;
since only in the present is true life;
and yet, the heart may sometimes deeply rue
some past event, or memory of strife;

and in those moments, we may humbly yearn
for one to whom to offer up our tears;
to beg forgiveness; to some greater turn
that we may live beyond what failure fears;

and then we may seek transcendental One
to beg of him, return of soul to health;
or if we're so inclined, kneel to atone
to that one Self which is our very self.

Sometimes detachment pleads duality
to find our godly self in unity.

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