After II Corinthians 2:5-11
A hard
thing, to pour
yourself,
and fill, then
to see the
pouring
emptied on
to the ground,
to pour one’s
self and
receive,
in turn, pain
and
disdain, pain
and
rejection pain
and
isolation, and then
to
understand that
the grief
is not one’s own
but a
collective grief,
a
collective sorrow.
It is this
sorrow, this grief,
that is
forgiven, and once
forgiven,
then forgotten.
Photograph by Jakob Owen via Unsplash. Used with
permission.