Wounded ...

The wound is too deep! Wounded by love ... But the need to forgive extends beyond those who ask for forgiveness ... the Way is to forgive those who do not ask for our forgiveness but ask for our harm; our enemies. God forgive those who have wounded my soul.

Addendum: From Fr Stephen's blog, Glory to God for All things, comes the following poem, by William Blake (coincidently):

I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe;
I told it not, my wrath did grow.

And I water'd it in fears,
Night & morning with my tears;
And I sunned it with my smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.

And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright;
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he  knew that it was mine,

And into my garden stole
When the night had veil'd the pole:
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretch'd beneath the tree.

Better is one righteous man than one thousand sinners (Sirach 16:3)

O righteous God, Who never abandonest the righteous man, correct our unrighteousness and save us. To Thee be glory and praise forever. AMEN.