I have found writing about forgiveness to be elusive.
I want it to be simple. It is. And it isn’t.
Because right thinking is the god I worship
confession says, “I believed wrongly”
and the experience of forgiveness says, “Now I believe rightly.”
While I boast in forgiveness
It remains elusive to those who seek it
Because their thinking is wrong about how many angels fit on the head of a pin.
Is it true that he is blessed whose sins are covered?
Are they covered by the shade of my border walls?
Or detained in a warehouse without the sun?
With no light to shine on them
These walls hem in my shame.
And so… I pass my sin to you
But like a tree in the storm crashing down on your home
Those roots are stuck with me.
There’s at least one thing to understand
It will remain elusive
While I elude my fellow man