I’ll not number your wrongs against mine
measured in sterile clicks of abaci
some might call forgiveness
this walking away
from counting everything

Instead of seeing
a deep weariness of keeping track
and surrender to the weight of each
colored glass bead
no longer strung and framed, but freed

and falling in a rainbowed hail
to spread over everything

no longer reigned in.

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. BroadBlogs says:

    I do love your poetry. I imagine that freeing oneself from this counting leaves everyone better off!

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    Ah, I love this, going outside the usual frame of our thoughts, emotions, behaviors, the freeing sensation of forgiveness, the rainbowed spreading. Lovely!

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