I've been thinking of ways to expand on The Weeping Key. I wrote this poem, the idea was planeted during one of the gospel readings recently, and I think it pairs well with the novel. I've never claimed to be good at poetry, so don't think I have aspirations to become the next Maya Angelou or Langston Hughes. (Two of my personal favorites.) haha
I hope you enjoy!
Seven Times Seventy
by Ames Pointer
that’s 490 times we are
supposed to forgive, but is that
per person, or can we reach our quota,
and start seeking vengeance?
far from heaven,
thinking about forgiveness.
Because, what if we can’t do it?
what if they
can? Does the person
that hurts us get through the gates,
while we stand outside them awaiting our
elevator trip down to Hell?
on your deathbed,
and all will be forgiven, but by whom?
.…..Not by us, not from the ones they hurt…..
they are able
to cleanse their souls,
the stains of their abuse remains,
and for each lick of the belt, smack of the hand,
squeeze of the neck, we’re still left angry and hurting,
unforgiving, even though we may say the opposite with words.
what about us?
Is forgiveness endless?
Should it be?
are sorry and we put
the pieces back together
but the cracks are still there,
held together by the glue of love,
but what if the bond breaks?
because we’ve been broken too many times?
them, for they
know not what they do,
buuuuuuuuut, sometimes they do.
they are aware,
and they do it anyway,
it fills their
and they can easily move on,
and the ones they hurt are left
wanting to let go,
wishing to not remember…
but we don’t truly
the stain of
anger becomes sin…
in the hurt
because we feel
think if we
ignore it, and bury it
in the backyard, it’ll go away,
it comes to the
like a dead body,
and we rot with it,
because we don’t know how to forgive,
because we’ve reached 700,
we are stuck,
dreading the end,
because they will surely die happy,
and they may repent and seek God and make it
but we won’t,
because we are camels,
stuck in the eye of the needle,
waiting for someone to pull us through,
when what we really need is a hug
and an ear or a kiss
to lessen the
being who we want them to be,
that the one who
needs to be forgiven isn’t just the
for all the things we’ve done
or all the teachings
we’ve heard but ignored,
for all the intuitions we’ve turned off,
or all the ways we’ve allowed others to use us,
or any of the things on our hearts that makes us wonder if we are good enough,
then we’ll be able to let go,
worry about the end,
we will live in the now,