There’s a little devil that takes up residence inside me,
jumps around and pokes me with sharp stick
just in the most painful spots, to set me off,
releasing unkindness into the atmosphere,
impatience, selfishness, inconsideration,
like a little steam spouting from a tea kettle,
and so I pray for mercy…
from my God, but even more,
from those people who love me,
the ones I can trust enough to get singed
and not run away.
I may at least consider taking a nap
or lightening my schedule, but mostly,
I am counting on the strength, kindness,
perseverance and forgiveness of the victims.