Forgiveness is not always easy. At times, it feels more painful than the wound we suffered, to forgive the one that inflicted it. And yet, there is no peace without forgiveness. To forgive is to set a prisoner free and discover that the prisoner was you. As Mark Twain said, “Forgiveness is the fragrance that … Continue reading Forgiveness

I look at him. I wonder how he became old so fast. The mountain of life. The struggle, the strain, the slow, slow climb. The descent. Fast, faster as you near the end. Where are you now? Are you anywhere at all?

Imagine my rusty bones scattered in the dust, drying under the red fire of the sun, your eyes so pale they are almost white. You and me; life, dice loaded from the start; birth, scrounging for change, scraping, when it was then. I will love you until I die; you and me meandering through the … Continue reading Rusty Bones

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