The signs are there- I keep getting messages from the universe.
The writing is on the wall.
The holidays approach and the impasse remains unshakeable.
Not one wants to be the first to blink, the first to yield.
Oh, the talk is that the slate should be wiped clean.
It’s easier for the parties involved to develop amnesia.
They are ready to forgive, to welcome their native son back into the fold- if their demands are met.
There will be no beating of the breast or mea culpas uttered.
The choice is to let it go, or let the innocent suffer needlessly.
Between this rock and hard place,
it’s time to end the stalemate.
I will yield.
My Love is bigger than their need to be right.