Forgiven

I only speak of angels out of feeling
the weight of the past lifted from my shoulders
the constant berating my mind has given me
silenced by a touch upon my elbow.

To be forgiven
is the burden
being thrown into the fire
and following the smoke.

Up the stairs two at a time
in the moment and flowing
the cold upon my face an awakening joy
a stalk of wheat reaching for the sky.

To be forgiven and to understand enough
to not repeat such steps backward
and to never promise, never promise
only in silent actions prove myself worthy
of the trust.

For the trust is all we build on
slowly and with great care
we build the ball and down it goes
gathering momentum and trees and soil
until all of the sums of time
hit that mound and separate
scattering our joined belongings on the morning ground
for all to see.

I gathered up my pride
then cut it in half
and offered it to you.
It was no great sacrifice
it had not more meaning
without your hands to massage it
to life.

Forgiven

bill bell

Everett, United States

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