A Bitter Wine

By Linda A. Copp

A promise died, a bitter wine.
Drunk my senses, till I was blind.
Torn in two, by some cruel song,
That rapped my brain, my faith once strong.

And yet, I knew, should not believe.
Too, many times, it turned to leave.
Too, many times, it failed to be.
Too, many tears, were shed by me.

I must forget, and turn away,
From those hurts that found me, here today.
For God forgives and so must I.
It's not for mercy to reason why?

By Linda A. Copp

©May 10, 1970