SOW AND REAP

SOW AND REAP

People call her Karma

And I called her not

Yet she appeared at my door

Reminding me of what I have done

In my forgetful past

Maybe I did call her

She is here

I didn’t realize the magnitude

Of plants that would grow

From my little seeds

My seeds of ugly

My seeds of awfulness

I try to be angry with

What she has brought me

But I am reminded

Only a hypocrite is angry

With his harvest

So I humble myself

And take my memories

Of my poorly planted seeds

And find those who are awaiting

My apologies

As difficult as it seems

I find the strength

The courage

And the discipline

To speak my sorries

And mend broken

Hearts, minds, and souls

And as I atone

I find myself less

Angry at the harvest Karma

Has brought me

From "Poems from the Other Side"

Author Casey S. Bell