Nabal: written age 29

Nabal, why do torture me so?
How can I be of virtue like Abigail
when bitterly, too long silently,
now openly I wail? Am I less now
than what I was for the sins of my heart?
In your eyes found guilty though innocent!
What is my defense? On trial year after year.
Like the mountain beaten down to the plains
by the angry wind. How can I plea bargain
when all have sinned? I asked your forgiveness
when there was no guilt in my heart.
None was given. Then circumstances of the mind
tore us apart. Who would choose Nabal but Abigail?

Abigail, I am not but I have returned
only to be scorned. I asked your forgiveness
for the guilt in my heart. None was given.
Can I expect any different? Year after year
will the trial continue? What is my defense?
Beaten down the sand storms turn the plain
to desert wasteland, driven by the angry wind.
Bitterly, too long silently, now openly I wail.
How can I be of virtue like Abigail?
Nabal, Why do you torture me so?

Abigail: written age 49

Abigail! Why do you cause me such pain? Is this torment all I have to gain?
You chastise me as if I were Nabal! Not true! When my heart only aches and longs for you.
Do my past sins make me less? In your eyes, I am guilty, I confess.
But what defense do I have to plead? When I am judged year after year with no heed.
Like a mountain beaten down to the plains, I am driven by the wind, my spirit wanes.
How can I bargain when all have sinned? Forgiveness I seek, but none has been given.
Circumstances tore us apart, it’s true. But I have returned, hoping for a breakthrough.
Yet, I am scorned and left in despair. I ask for forgiveness, but you don’t seem to care.
Will this trial continue year after year? Will my heart continue to break and tear?
The sandstorms turn the plain to waste, Driven by the wind, my soul is disgraced.
Bitterly I wail, my heart in pain. Have I been as Nabal, so vain?
Abigail!, why do you torture me so? Is this the fate I have to undergo?