On a Day When I Realize I’ve Scheduled Two Meetings for the Same Time
Self-forgiveness is not the first impulse. In fact, I curse. Run my hands through my hair, tug at my scalp. Sigh. Again. My shoulders fall slack in the place where my wings would be. In my...
View ArticleBecoming Crystalline
Forgive me. I do not mean to be sharp, stark, sterile. I’ve read of the salt mines at Salzburg, how if you throw a stick, leafless and dead, into one of the abandoned workings, then return...
View ArticleForgiveness 101
The first person I forgive today is myself for staying up too late last night—how I loved reading into the late hours, the story crooking its finger at me, tethering me to its pages. What good...
View ArticleAfter Being Given the Assignment to Forgive
It took five days, but at last I thought of you, old friend, friend I loved and wanted to trust, friend who burned every bridge I tried to build between us, who turned gratitude and apology to...
View ArticleOne Unforgiving
basil on the porch the morning after a frost leaves limp and black things— how greenly it met yesterday no amount of I’m sorry will do
View ArticleThree Slow-Moving Wondrous Things
The heart of the blue whale is in no hurry, only four to eight beats per minute. And the glaciers move their brilliant blue mass less than three hundred meters a year. And forgiveness, it can move...
View ArticleOne Very Quiet
morning sun inclines my heart toward forgiveness— still the phone does not ring
View Articlethe other track
on the b-side of lovea song of mercy—sweet groove of forgiveness,beat of a thousandsoft wings
View ArticleSeeing Clearly
Forgive me for wanting to fix you.As if we could be anythingbut who we are. Forgive me for every timeI have looked at you with hawkish eyes,eyes with talons, eyes that hunt. Forgive me for thinking I...
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