“All your wounds from craving love
Exist because of heroic deeds.” - Hāfez
I lay out
Pieces strewn askew,
Jagged edges
Of life.
A certain skill,
Shattering:
All has come undone.
Old become new.
The art
Of picking up
Those pieces
On the ground -
Healing.
All is re-aligned
Along these
Jagged edges of life.
Do not cry
Burning tears,
Begging me
To forgive -
In so wishing
These pieces
Might be
Washed clean.
Forgiveness,
Not Forgetfulness,
Is the stuff
Life is made of.
No comments:
Post a Comment