Saturday, March 19, 2016


by Cheryl Merrick

Through a childhood lens,
     distorted by immaturity,
I saw myself
as merely a tool,
of value only when
achieving another’s aims.

Later, I envisioned
a stern, unfeeling taskmaster
who inflicted continual pain
in an unrelenting effort to 
force me to grow.

Now, I know the tenderness
of a caring friend
who wants me to be happy
and is saddened when I suffer.

At last, 
because He is loving,
I feel loved. 

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