PAD 26

You taught forgiveness,
love and peace through parables.
He yells God hates fags.

The prompt was miscommunication, and I had to really struggle with this one. I just couldn't get the core image around which to build a poem to gel in my head. (By the way, that image may never make its way into the poem, but it has to be where I start.) It has only been sheer persistence that kept me from giving up. I can't quit this close to the end of the challenge, but I was darn near throwing in the towel. Then I started playing around with haiku, punning through misunderstood song lyrics ('scuse me while I kiss this guy). Finally, I got my image. What do most of us screw up because it's so far beyond our ability to really understand? What is so hard for us to communicate well? God.