I choose to see my brother’s sinlessness.
Forgiveness is a choice. I never see my brother as he is, for that is far beyond perception. What I see in him is merely what I wish to see, because it stands for what I want to be the truth. It is to this alone that I respond, however much I seem to be impelled by outside happenings. I choose to see what I would look upon, and this I see, and only this. My brother’s sinlessness shows me that I would look upon my own. And I will see it, having chosen that I would look upon my own. And I will see it, having chosen to behold my brother in its holy light.
What could restore Your memory to me, except to see my brother’s sinlessness? His holiness reminds me that he was created one with me, and like myself. In him I find myself, and in Your Son I find the memory of You as well.
Full on day. Began with rehearsal for Don Giovanni, followed by Writers Without Borders Christmas do, and finally on to my friend’s ordination where I performed a poem for him.
I’m ready to soar
To fly high in the sky
To unclip you wings
And spread them wide
I’m ready to glide on the currents of love
To swirl and twirl
To feel the air in my feathers
I’m ready to sing
To twerp and tweet
To feel the highest branches beneath my feet
I’m ready to hover
By the beating of my own wings
I’m ready to stretch life
Until it pings
It was very well received, and one of the other ministers asked if she could have permission to use it in her prayer group. I said yes of course, and wondered what it is with me and churches at the moment.
I had a strange night feeling nauseous and very cold. Louise Hay says its nursing old hurts. Seems I have more forgiveness to do.