I felt no tender love
for my antagonist.
My thoughts were dark
as they ran around
in self-defense.
Yet to my anguished thought
came an insistent call:
"Your talent shouldn't
lie buried in the ground;
so bring it hence."
What talent could I use
to bring a sense of peace?
Not blame, but grace
is crowned
by Providence.
I desired no substitute
for an abandoned love,
lying disregarded,
hidden underground,
in impotence.
So with humility,
I claimed my talent, love,
which was never lost,
but found
in God's omnipotence!
