DAILY Across bone-white grass
The shadowed psyche steps out
Its garment’s torn,
Strewn within dreams rising in the dark.
It remembers what it has lived without
And begins shaping a new vision,
Knowing it has far to go.
Hapless wounds and careless words
Of who we were still echo.
Yet, I believe that given chance
We meet our better Self.
We take in the stranger
To break bread
Knowing we have so far to go.
Pause the dance, the time is now!
Love rises unbidden seeking the un-forgiven.
Turn to the Stranger unfurling its wings,
We have come so far.
This poem was inspired by the following quote from Aristotle
“To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.”
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