Words Poem by Dean Meredith

Today I write these words of love
For all below and all above
For near and far
For then and now and still to come
For all who fear and all who know the sun

I write these words of love today
For all my sins I might undo
If only I could
For me, for them, for you
With sorrow for my wayward way

These mere words and thoughts I say
To try to heal, to try to pray
Unfit, imperfect, prone to stray
From man-made laws I can't obey
And tangled webs in which I lay

A few mere words for crimes I pay
Never enough for what I've done
The haunting pain I can't outrun
The wars I've fought and rarely won
But I go on despite my slow decay

With not much more than words you see
Distant thoughts and errant deeds
Through slippery mud and strangling weeds
I trudge along almost alone and free
To write my wrongs and let them be