Reconciliation

Across
the swollen river
of deep separation
they sit asking of a bridge
called reconciliation
by which to come
back home

It is power
causes the one
to say ‘It is the Law
that carries prodigals back!’
& it is power causes
the other to rebut
‘It is grace!’

So stated
each withdraws
to consider the folly
of the other’s argument
confident in reasons
which they hold
all alone

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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3 Responses to Reconciliation

  1. must surely keep the bridge traffic light

    Liked by 1 person

  2. kiwiskan says:

    I’m in the grace corner…

    Liked by 1 person

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