MY FAULT
When I browse
through my memory
sometimes I wonder:
what did you do to me?
What was it all about;
what was it for;
and how could “later”
spoil all the “before”?
Or,
was it all my fault?
Why did it happen?
How could I mistaken
a hell for a heaven?
But,
it wasn’t hell at all:
it really was a paradise
while it went on.
I just wanted – more!
And that’s the snake
which had split us apart,
like it did me
form every other heart…
Lord,
I haven’t forgotten
to thank and praise
Your Kindness and Glory
in the good days.
I did forget
to thank You again
when the flower of joy
withered into pain.