In the light of something misunderstood
We are told to allow grace
To forgive some sort of slap in the face, or the heart
And turn the other cheek.
With tears sliding down reddened cheeks
And thoughts that scream Retaliate you fool
Instead we will smile
While depositing another coin into the lonely bank of soul,
As Silent Night, Holy Night plays softly from the pews.
We gather all our courage
To return to you.