He Came Down Once

Devastation,

burnt up,

pulverized heart,

when you told me that,

“It’d take Jesus to come down,

to save your marriage.”

To which I replied,

“He already came once!”

I’ll never forget that cold, hard bench,

on which I sat.

My soul spat inside,

and the anguish tried to abide.

I forgive you for the damage,

and the hope you lost,

because I know you said it out of exhaustion.

The irony,

as I believe most would agree,

is that you sat across from me,

as a Hosea figure yourself.

Now, I just pray and plead,

that, marriage counseling, you don’t continue to conduct or proceed.