If you make something meaningless
reduce it to an abstraction
it cannot hurt you anymore.
I owe it to my humanity
to honor these things
before I let them go.
I owe it to anyone who ever knew me
to anyone I ever harmed
anyone I ever helped.
Before I move on
occupy myself with the ever present
before I realize all must be forgiven
though all will be forgotten
I will remember how you came to me
professing your love
and I an angel could not accept it
but only love you as the world.
Could you be fulfilled
could you be satisfied
could you be healed?
A saint who has done harm
is still a saint.
This life is crushing us
making saints of us all.
I long for a place
where we will rejoice in one another
yearn for a time
when I understand us both.
I believe then I will be better
and you will be blessed.
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