-- Repentance --
John Herlihy
From infinite depths of soul rises repentance,
Clear, still waters with no need for pretense.
For one brief moment comes a feeling solemn,
From nowhere seemingly, like a prayer – amen.
A heavy lid over a burden, a wax seal placed.
Knowing the wrong as wrong, the burden replaced.
The realization as light as a feather, floating aloft,
Defying gravity’s law before landing on the soul soft.
The tears of repentance are unlike the tears of grief.
Freely they flow for a time, bringing precious relief.
Ravaging the wrong-doing and its signature cloud,
Unwrapping the mind from the darkness of its shroud.
A sorry humanity indeed if no urge there to repent,
No desire to plead forgiveness, no penitence sent.
A small price it is to pay for what one has done,
All the sinister intrigue in a treacherous web spun.
Repentance the prelude to the adagio of forgiveness,
A sincere cord that takes account and bears witness.
Repentance brings the mind back into clear focus,
Petals of light now rising from the heart of a lotus.
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Copyright ©John Herlihy
Monday 19 December 2022
read. "Adagio of forgiveness" will stick in my mind long after thieves like dementia come to take their fill. What a gift this rendering can have on those of us who do not follow the conventional wisdom of religion.
Rebecca
For myself, if I find that I have transgressed, I try to make it right as soon as possible because I know the other person affronted may be hurting until I do.
Ron