Inspirations: Archives

Across bone-white grass The shadowed psyche steps out Its garment’s torn,  Strewn within dreams rising in the dark. It remembers what it has lived without And begins shaping a new vision, Knowing it has far to go. Hapless wounds and careless words Of who we were still echo. Yet, I believe that given chance We meet our better Self. We take in the stranger To break bread Knowing we have so far to go. Pause the dance, the time is now! Love rises unbidden seeking the un-forgiven. Turn to the Stranger unfurling its wings, We have come so far. This poem was inspired by the following quote from Aristotle “To be wronged is nothing unless you continue to remember it.”