We used to dance and hug there on the dance floor
and through fields
and by rivers
a dance made real by the body of our bond
the inevitable creation of souls in unity
and many, many times I fought hard
to ignore the hatchet thwhacking at
the legs, arms of our shared body
I forgave when the first arm hit the dance floor
I really did. I promise.
(and when you berated me for my lack of forgiveness
whenever I mentioned you were actually swinging the hatchet at we
I forgave that too but I can’t do that anymore)
And again, when a leg…
see, crutches can be worked into a dance of sorts
but you can be sure that dance is, well,
it’s a unique dance.
Even someone in a wheelchair can get it to move
and groove to a rhythm made real
by the arms that steer and well
so, when there are no arms, no limbs left
and no medics around to stem the spill
and stop the inevitable chilled corpse
from being exactly that
there’s no dance, no matter how much you forgive
and there’s a bit of the ptsd response in the presence
of those who wield hatchets in the name of love
see, when you grow up in the presence of such
it takes a while to realize how often
those hatchets accompanied statements of “love”
and how often your own projection of your own love
distorted what was really going on
and you stand there, seeing the carnage
and the bits strewn about
as you read, listen, hear those here and there
waxing on about forgiveness
and how it is so important
and you want to take the bits and parts
the arms, the legs, the blood all over
and just shove it in their faces, smear it on their expert cheeks
and ask them to take a huge bite out of the forgiveness cure
see if maybe they can dance with it.
Careful, the floor can get very
depending on who your shared body
Don’t mind me. I just have this problem
and forgiveness can be such a pill,
that great big high for filling up the holes.
But it doesn’t re-grow the body.
Look up. See the ceiling?
All it represents?
Run fast, run far.
Forgiveness is not the only
sustenance needed to keep a we alive
Sunshine, let the sun shine.
Love that refuses bullshit
important than that roof
you beg to keep over your head.
Let me be clear: Especially that roof.
Even and especially God(dess) doesn’t fit there.
Even and especially s/he will not be mocked
though the blood of Christ be tossed
all over the reaping.
2 thoughts on “On Forgiveness”
Ah yes. The blood. The carnage. Forgiveness for which is no more than human obsession with correctness. Confounding reconciliation with forgiveness.
So much disallowed. Invalidated. Unfelt. Unseen. And unheard.
Thank you for your words.
And for the reminder how much bigger god/dess is than this limiting mockery.
It’s not just about forgiveness when relationships end, is it? I can be in a relationship indefinitely and even permanently where perpetual forgiveness is required of me. It’s what’s going on that balances the loss or lack or even eclipses it. And. If the history leaves a trail of so many more brutalities than creative works, you do reach a point where perpetual forgiveness is no longer the need or the issue. The issue is one of saving your sanity, your well-being in general and moving on in love but away from those who harm and call their acts love.