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
