Red

Harboring resentment whilst strolling

Through an overgrown garden of grace

Noticing the weeds extending high

Up and over this wilting fig tree

Praying in the midst of a nightmare

For the wisdom to stop and listen

To the words of assurance printed

In red text on pages seldom read

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