I know bitter grudges run free if you let them
Like wild horses through a gate left open
I know forgiveness looks like rough, heavy shame
But I swear it's a hollow, golden cord of kindness
Mercy looks like a beast but it'll purr soft for you
And it is right here; put your crooked hand in mine
Prompt: While Brother J.C.’s warm-up and Kenyon’s poem might seem very different at first, they’re both informed by repetition, simple language, and they express enthusiasm. They have a sermon/prayer-like quality, and then end with a bang. Your challenge is to write a six-line poem that has these same qualities.
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