THE LAST..LINE

The battery of my mobile had died
The bus was so full not enough room, even to sigh
I opened the door and the internet connection was down
My husband greeted me with a faint smell of another’s perfume

I sat down...

Fumbled through the day
Pulled out my failings
And those that had ripped into me

Bruised, damaged, I’m sure.
Not enough energy to mingle with another’s kiss
Cook for the little ones
They deserve more

I felt my failings gather...
Like seaweed clogging the shore

And then I heard ....

Faintly at first

Jesus’ sound

(c) David R Mellor 2015