No longer can it be
that we were once father
and son;
we’ve always been
and will always
be as God deemed.
The hurt, pain,
and emotional distress
that built the wicked
wall severing the seeded
umbilical seeded
link between us,
must be demolished.
Keloid memories
of scarring painful
words will always be
shelved in/on the mind’s
collections of such;
yet, we must edit
and heal them
with love—yes, love:
for love, in its paining, also brings
about its own healing grace.
The cry out forgiveness and
resurrection were both of love.
Yet, to forgive painful
emotional crucifixion does not
require forgetfulness; rather, it paves
the way to overcoming and the
preparation of the resurrection
of the onederful oneness of the initial
onement that flowed with savored joy;
As I lovingly forgive, know that I also
seek forgiveness for piercing your heart.
As the waxed mooning of my life
begins to wane, I fear not the after hell
but continue to battle the present living
hell whose burning flames of hate
and severing smoke continues to attempt
to spiral away that love supreme bestowed
on that day you burst from your mother’s womb.
Your pain I will never know and neither
will you ever know mine. I just wish you
could know my sorrow and forgive me
for the unintended pointed-arrow infliction
my guilt has forgotten. And while these streaming
emotions may sound and resonate as flowing excretion
from a bull’s heart, know that they are bleeding words
from the diarrheic heart of an old waning dove.