bully – Barb, poet priest

Loving my Enemy

Loving my EnemyEpiphany 7; Luke 6:27-38To call that man my enemywould seem too strong a claim,yet still I feel unloving,remembering his name.A bully in the workplacethe three of us agreed.It’s many 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 neverContinue reading “Loving my Enemy”

Loving my Enemy

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 leftContinue reading “Loving my Enemy”