Bitterness is like a drug
Heady and intoxicating
In its own righteousness
Able to provide excuse after excuse
For bad behavior
Bitterness is like a cancer
Small and unassuming
Attacking without symptoms
Suddenly metastasized
It destroys a body and many lives with it
Bitterness is like a weed
Harmless and cloistered
In a neglected patch of the garden
Until it releases seeds
Scattering, they multiply in every direction
Lord, rescue me from my self-deceit
Heal me down to every cell
Uproot every last stem and seed
May I live free of bitterness
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So good. This is a perfect poem for the First Week of the Ignatian Exercises.
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This was a lesson learned during the Exercises! ☺️
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