In this town the last house stands
as lonely as if it were the last house in the world
The highway, which the tiny town is not able to stop,
slowly goes deeper out into the night.
The tiny town is only a passing-over place,
worried and afraid, between two huge spaces –
a path running past houses instead of a bridge.
And those who leave the town wander a long way off
and many perhaps die on the road.
Matthew 9:13 – Go and learn what this means, ‘I desire mercy, not sacrifice.’
All the complicated details
of the attiring and
the disattiring are completed!
A liquid moon
moves gently among
the long branches.
Thus having prepared their buds
against a sure winter
the wise trees
stand sleeping in the cold.
Henri Nouwen –
Forgiving does not mean forgetting. When we forgive a person, the memory of the wound might stay with us for a long time, even throughout our lives. Sometimes we carry the memory in our bodies as a visible sign. But forgiveness changes the way we remember. It converts the curse into a blessing. When we forgive our parents for their divorce, our children for their lack of attention, our friends for their unfaithfulness in crisis, our doctors for their ill advice, we no longer have to experience ourselves as the victims of events we had no control over.
Forgiveness allows us to claim our own power and not let these events destroy us; it enables them to become events that deepen the wisdom of our hearts. Forgiveness indeed heals memories
I’d prefer it to be in bloom but this is ok.
…6 of my “quarantine dreams” drawings will appear in the March issue of High Shelf magazine – including these blue birds.
Edge of Atlantic 