Forgiven, forgiving

I am wrung dry tonight
   Exhausted
   Worn from a morning
   Where I lost my temper
      again....
I can excuse it as righteous anger
   My point stands
   But that's just it
      --it's an excuse....
Apologies were made
   Forgiveness extended
      both ways....
But still I beat my head
   Against the wall
      Hanging
         Onto
            my failure....
How is God able to forgive me so freely?
   I long to learn this
   So I can forgive myself.

Danza de los Voladores~Dance of the Flyers

Tlaquepaque, Mexico

There are days I feel like I'm twirling dizzily like this!