Was it each other
That we loved --
Or was it our demons
That drew us in?
Was the sacred moment
Our coming together
Or our being thrust apart?
No matter.
Now we are two
And we must swim
Upstream together
Toward the headwaters
Of forgiveness.
I forgive you
For being afraid
And for the dark weapons
That hid behind
Your shadowed heart.
I forgive myself
The heart I gave you:
What is left
Will harden and heal,
And a new bud will emerge
From the ancient center.
Please forgive me for
The pain
I caused
When I wrenched
What was left of me
Away from you.
In time, we will move away
From shared history
Toward common mission:
To love wholly,
To fully forgive,
And to pour light
Into dark places
Where for aching centuries
Nothing has grown.
--Mr. Gobley
4 comments:
As always, marvelous. Thank you Mr. Gobley. It reminded me of a different but similar poem, Sheena Pugh's Sometimes, pasted below.
Sometimes things don't go at all,
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives;the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war;
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough, that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
Sheena Pugh (b.1950)
ahhh, it's a gift you have...to pull out your readers emotions. But more important is the reader knowing that they are safe when it flows...
thank you once again
Shahnaz: Always good to hear from you. Thank you for the very beautiful poem.
Leisa: Thank you, too, and may you always find safe harbor here.
Found you by no accident this morning. Your words gave me fresh air thoughts to meditate on. Vanna
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