FORGIVENESS

"Father forgive them, for they know not what they do"

Bound as they were, fearful hearts and dread

Bound and blind. 

Blind, unthinking,

humanity's long banner unfolding, 

unfurling into winds, chill and marrow deep,

the very seam of hope, 

jagged wisps of thread

lost to indifference.

Such are we

in moments of self-awareness.

In forgiving them (us) gifting freedom, 

tearing out the roots, clods of earth

clouds of dust, leaf litter, stone and clay

lost and scattered and gratefully so;

freedom, freedom to breathe, 

to turn one's face towards the kiss

of a morning's sun,

to embrace the sound of a thousand steps

into its arms,

to live in the hope of tomorrow

and its blessing of today,

unbound.