Recipe for Redemption

Author: Steven Robles

Vain, Self-absorbed and out of touch
Thought that I had given oh so much
When in reality I had not reciprocated,
Love which I should have consecrated.

Now I dwell within this cave 
A self imposed and early grave.
I cast about, for whom to blame
But at my door stood guilt and shame.

As wise and sage ones often say
What goes around comes back to stay
Years it took to comprehend
My heart's ear must to others bend

Forgiveness can be found of course
If sought while humble, and with remorse
And so from my dungeon's darkest place 
I was freed within my God's good grace

I now embrace with heart outpouring
All whose love I squandered whoring
And build no walls with ego's pride
But heart and arms throw open wide.