Hours of scrubbing

There is the wondering

The pondering

The wishing and the sighing

As the hours drag by

Still nothing gets done

And it appears nothing ever will

Until a way appears

So

Roll up the sleeves

Apply elbow grease

Add forgiveness

Self acceptance

A little divine deliverance

And finally it is done

You can move on

But try and remember

Be careful with your next steps

Clean slates don’t magically appear

They take a lot of work