Place me on the scales and find me wanting.
Less than. Not enough.
Your judgment is far less strict than my own.
There is no name you can call me I have not already assigned
to myself, and worse.
My failures are legion.
But so too are my resurrections.
Grace is real, for those who allow it.
Always one more than my failures.
So place me on your scales
and watch me rise.
About this poem
Forgiving ourselves make all things possible. This I believe.
The picture was taken at the Hancock Shaker Villiage in Massachusetts