Forgiveness,
In her infinite wisdom,
Sighs.
I tell myself:
“This is a moment of suffering.
Suffering is a part of life.”
God’s shadow responds:
“I, too, am suffering.
Suffering is a part of my life.”
We admit
We are powerless
Over time.
I cradle
God’s shadow
In mine.
Forgiveness,
In her infinite wisdom,
Sighs.
The door to infinity open-
ended.
I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.
A city where
my father’s life
remains still.
Open.
End it.
Wide awake
I must be
dreaming
of the dreamer
wide awake
within me.
I must be going for a walk, a brisk walk,
among the ruins of a city built by sons
who worked hard but nevertheless failed
to forgive their fathers.
A city where
my father is alive
and well
dead still.
Charles B. Snoad 