Tuesday, November 16, 2010
In a place smelling of history and
prophecy and learned commentary
and psalmody and wisdom and love,
a place smelling of words holy and
profane, he heard the whispered
questions, questions stained and
torn with tears.
Can you love those who hurt you,
can you forgive those who
violated your body and spirit
Can you hope for those who
imprisoned your soul, can you trust
those who failed you so deeply,
so cavalierly as if you were dirt;
Can you serve those who beat you
and scarred you, making you
nothing, can you honor those
who ridiculed you;
Can you touch those who
destroyed your tenderness, who
laughed at your weakness, who
doused lit cigarettes on your back;
Can you forgive those who
ripped your skin with barbed
whips, who cast you aside
like a dirty, bleeding rag.
He smelled the history and prophecy
and learned commentary and
psalmody and wisdom and love, a place
smelling of words holy and
profane, the words stained and
torn with tears, and he said
these are not questions.
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Photograph: Church Gate by Anna Cervova via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.