“I won’t hate you or berate you, for whaver you decide to speak.”
And I won’t punish myself, for what you think”
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And then one day,
without truly understanding what it is that draws us to this place…
we will stand beneath the stars and gaze up at a face that we cannot see,
listening to a voice that we cannot hear,
and find solace in a thing that was the hardest of all to finally do…
To set ourselves free, and forgive.
To be full of awe, there can be no anger,
There is only room for one,
And that is a freedom that has been given,
but is not ours until we choose.
One man walks up to another man, and the two begin to fight.
Do you walk away?
Do you take sides?
Do you tell them to stop?
Do you take on both of them?
Do you put yourself in the middle so that they must hit you to hit the other?
…Someone fights you.
Do you run?
Do you stand your ground?
Do you cop an attitude?
Do you beg?
Do you throw the first punch?
Do you you fight back?
Do you stand there and let them hit you, making no attempt to defend yourself?
Are you angry? Will you be? Were you?
The complex anatomy of human emotions is enough to give pause for thought…
Pride, Defiance…Dignity…Right and Wrong…
The moral value would insist that the last of each is the most graceful of the others…
And there have been mortals in the past who have been strong enough to do just that…
but most of us aren’t that strong, or that brave….and that’s why we’re human.
But isn’t there that piece of you that wishes you were? …And I suppose that’s why there is grace.
To forgive our silly arses for what we are unable to let go of, even if we want to.
