Wednesday, August 12, 2015


I received a gift last week. It was a gift which I received along with my own baggage of how another important person had not given me the same gift, in exactly the same way. I woke up this morning realizing I 1) had not received the first gift fully, and 2) No one gives things in exactly the same way as another. Another lesson in forgiveness.

I wake up and realize
I have now forgiven you
For something
You never said
You never even
It was the small child in me
Who was rarely noticed,
Rarely praised,
Who interpreted things
In a twisted way.
You might have said things better
But now I hear the tone,
A clear tone
A silver bell.
I look at the mountains,
Out the window,
My shoulders relax,
The bell sounds,
And it is simply

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