Friday, December 11, 2009
Forgiveness
Standing beyond
the daily chatter
of words that don’t matter,
away from worry,
and shopping lists,
things to do,
and shouldn’t miss
beyond the open wound
and scar tissue,
of could have been
and shouldn’t have happened
redundant
litanies
of supplication
ignored or never heard
weeds breaking through
the sidewalk
worms crawling through
the cedar wood
(nothing ever stays the same)
guilt, like an acid, corrodes
memories of past offenses
never acknowledged
inventories of good works
topple
words said out of anger
hang like icicles
sharp daggers
ready to fall again
at the first thaw
and hit the mark
straight through the heart
hiding what she knows
she avoids the
viewfinder
shrouds perception
of who she is
but once unmasked
points her finger
to divert
the viewer,
to visions
of angels
and holiday spirits,
don’t inspect
her soul
a cavernous
hole of fear
and doubt
camouflaged
with holy artifacts
kind words
and a short memory
“Mea culpa,
please forgive me,
I was wrong,”
was all she said.
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