“Contemplation II”
Perhaps the first sign of acceptance is the remembrance of
of beauty instead of pain,
and maybe the lightening of anger is the urge for apology, and
not revenge.
It would seem that understanding is not asking why, but
saying that it matters not,
and forgiveness, a greater passion than love, itself.
Suppose that separation is only preparation for
what’s to come, and not condemnation for what has
been, and new truth is measured by boundaries of
distance,
not common space.
I have resolved to adjust, to stay in
harmony with the songs of life, even as they may
be unsung
rather than to be in solitary discord with all that
has escaped me.
I will not mourn recklessly, but
strive for wisdom that tempers
grief. To have loved you once, was to better
understand myself;
to have lost you, to better understand another
not yet in my presence.