Friday, April 25, 2008
25 April 2008, 10:04 PM
Resentment is a dense element--
I cannot bear it, and relinquish the burden
to the shoulders of my little ones, failing
to comprehend its weight until the damage is done,
the blessing given. My hand flies unaware,
hesitates apart from reason, fumbles with dignity,
integrity, all things holding value in any context,
not least of all in this holy space, a gift given
for the nurture which will enable them
to choose to live and love, forgive without
the onus of my sin upon their backs.
"Home is ever so far away in the palm of your hand, and how to get there it is of no use to tell you. But you will get there; you must get there; you have to get there. Everybody who is not at home, has to go home."