Neither smooth nor automatic,
the mechanics of forgiveness
clank fist-first into the soil
broken by a rusty plow
that moves so slowly
it strains to finish the first row.
Forgiveness is not a miracle.
It is work to be done
and redone as the seasons cycle.
It requires the engagement of gears,
calls for the mallet, the shovel, the hoe
to shoogle resistant brick
and stony clods of dirt
that have hoarded energy locked
into coils of resentment.
Muscular labour turns the wheel,
pulls up the choking nettles,
and digs a clearing for rain,
for seedlings,
for tenderness to grow.
Say yes to this employment.
Grab the tools from the shed.
Go.
2 replies on “Mechanics of Forgiveness (2019)”
So very true. Thank you for sharing.
You’re most welcome, Domine! Your comment is so encouraging.