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Forgiveness

At the Farmer's Market,
a slip of paper is blown
from my hand.

Bending to pick it up,
I block the path
of two scuffed shoes.

"Sorry," I tell the shoes.
"Don't be sorry,"
a voice rumbles above.

Thrown over
a departing shoulder,
"Be forgiven."

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A folk singer told me
he'd figured out
what forgiveness is.

"To let all things be new."

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I think that
gratitude and forgiveness
are two names for
the same thing.

When I say that
I can't forgive,
I mean I'm too stubborn
to apologize.

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If rosemary is the herb
of remembrance,
is thyme the herb
of forgiveness?

Crumbling thyme
through a sieve,
twigs catch and poke
my fingertips,

a mist of thyme
rising
a dust of thyme
falling.

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To for-give
is to give
forward.

A forgiven world
is a world given
forward to
children,
all
equally
innocent.

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To love,
honor, and give
the benefit
of the doubt
for as long
as we all
shall live.