Loving my Enemy

Epiphany 7; Luke 6:27-38

To call that man my enemy

would seem too strong a claim,

yet still I feel unloving,

remembering his name.

A bully in the workplace

the three of us agreed.

It’s fifteen years behind me,

and still I am not freed.

One dived into a bottle,

one left for pastures green.

I plodded on, diminished,

with wounds that felt unclean.

I never learnt to stand there

and turn the other cheek,

though fight and flight had failed me,

and tears and fears seemed weak.

So Jesus, though your teaching

could truly set me free,

and keep the world from warfare,

how hard it seems to be!

I try to understand him,

his hidden hurt and strain.

I see the need for loving,

but anger clings to pain.

The secret of forgiveness –

“They know not what they do!” –

is born of such deep loving

it can make all things new.

I pray to want renewal:

undo this knot within,

so I look back unflinching,

and let your love flow in.

Barbara Messner 15/02/2022