Keeping record of all your hurts and slights….
Keeping record of all your hurts and slights,
Is really the most fruitless task on earth.
You willfully cut out those lovely delights,
That are rife with wistfulness and mirth.
What exactly are you thinking of achieving,
By keeping in your heart that useless stuff?
If it is a garland of memories you’re weaving,
How would it help for you to be forever gruff?

Throw away that junk, make yourself free,
Trust me it doesn’t do good at any rate.
It’d keep you from being calm and happy,
As if you carry a great avoidable weight.
He has His record-keeper, He doesn’t need,
Any of us maintaining unnecessary records.
Just have faith that God’s system, indeed,
Will have its own demerits and rewards.
….is totally infructuous.












