there is no purchase in bitterness
i carry no shovel,
i carry no spade
with which to dig through
what has been committed
to the graveyard of the past.
you need not fear my unearthing
sharp stones,
tangled roots,
old bones
to fling at your head
in sullen moonlight.
i forgive –
some say too easily –
that which some might carry
as ammunition into the future.
i may not herald your approach
with warm embrace,
but neither will i castigate you
with acrid clods
of what’s best left buried.
there is no purchase in bitterness,
for who can tell what may spring
from the loam of forgiveness?
i keep my baggage light,
the better to move forward
into renewal.
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