that you have laid up for those who fear you,
and accomplished for those who take refuge in you,
in the sight of everyone!
In the shelter of your presence you hide them
from human plots;
you hold them safe under your shelter
from contentious tongues.
|Somewhere in Philadelphia when I was meeting my friend, Rudy|
A few months later, the girl had moved twice across town and went about her life. And there was a knock on the door, and there was the boy. The girl started to slam the door, but his foot caught it open.
Before cell phones, you see.
And the boy held open the door and said, "No, wait! I wanted to say I'm sorry."
Out of the boy poured a tale of sobriety and regret, but the girl couldn't hear it. When he was done she asked, "How did you get my address?"
And the boy told of how he had a friend who worked in the admissions office at the community college.
"Are you done?" the girl asked. And the boy nodded.
"Don't come again," she said. And he went away.
Sometimes repentance is not really repentance, and reparations do more damage. Don't put your foot in the door.