Oasis

God continues to bless me abundantly.
For me to pour salt
On the wounds of those
Still reeling from their misdeeds
Would not be advantageous for me!
Although I am tempted...
Don't get me wrong!
But to sing songs of praises,
Is a lot less stressful,
Than the monotonous blues...
Heard 'crying' from those folks,
On a daily basis!
Maybe that's what they've chosen to do,
To uncover their own oasis?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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