"Forgiveness"
Father forgive them, for they know not what they do
(Luke 23:34).
more than flowers, flowers fade
and memory's dull ache remains
and remembrances raw the wound,
the arrogance of not forgetting as if the gulf
between brain and heart, a canyon, not a crevice.
Would you advocate for them?
Pray?
Not for what they've done, deserving nothing. Nothing.
But for God, an act of faith
moving mountains, uprooting trees into the the sea,
the enormity of it all, the power in weakness
transforming us, forgiving them,
until our soul sings the songs of Zion
without remorse?
To see like that
waiting there, hanging there, not so far to be out of reach?
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