I am a wanderer. I would say that I am a seeker, but sometimes I have no idea what I might be seeking, so I will stick with wanderer. This blog is more a public journal than anything. I don't claim to have life figured out. I simply stumble from mystery to mystery, and share my reflections along the way. Sometimes I feel burdened, and trudge. Sometimes? Well sometimes grace breaks through, and its time to dance.
Thursday, April 5, 2018
who do you need to forgive
"Now here's a good one:
You're lying on your deathbed.
You have one hour to live.
Who is it, exactly, you have needed
all these years to forgive?"
Fictional
Poet Ruth Zardo (via Louise Penny)
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Where does forgiveness come from,
When we are in the corner
With no place to go?
When we have reach the end
Emotionally
Mentally
Spiritually
And know, just know
That we cannot take another step
With all that weight
Bearing down on us
The burden of anger and resentment
The fury of victimhood
how do we let go
how do we sort through all the garbage
dive into the dumpster of our soul
and find that one person
we need to
forgive
there are so many options
the person who ridiculed you as a child
or bullied you
the parent who neglected or abused
the one who lied
or used
or abandoned
or cheated
where to start
And once started
How to proceed
I’ve thought long and hard about who, on my death bed
I would forgive.
For me it is quite simply
It would not be my father, for whom I was never
(or so it seemed) quite enough
Or my mother who struggled to show affection
It would not be the boys who threatened to beat me
(the privileged doctors son) up
It would not be all those who over the years
Did not help me enter the circle of friendship
(perhaps it was my own fault)
I suspect that the person I most need to forgive is myself
for not meeting expectations
for not being more loving
more giving
more selfless
but how do I do this?
for I have carried this judgment for lifetime
perhaps it is not that difficult
perhaps it is simply a matter of hearing
at the center of who I am
the words echo
Child of God
Child of God
Perhaps it simply a matter of hearing
“you are my beloved son”
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