“For the Lord loves justice; he will not forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.”

I don’t know your name,

or how far away

in the world you are,

but you have something

that belongs to me,

treasure of your cruelty,

measure of my loss.

The cost as I try

to forgive is high,

but still I am sure

one day I will.

But even when I do,

know this to be true:

as long as you

hold illicit things

and do your best to hide it,

the Lord’s exquisite eyesight sees

your hoard and does not like it.