If You Forget, Should I Remember?
You have forgotten me.
My thoughts spiral,
“Were we ever together?
Was that false love?
Do I even know what togetherness is?”
We are all one.
We forget a million times a day.
How do we remember?
What jolt will pull the heart to the front,
poke its head through the mist of time and say,
“I did not mean to hurt myself,
I did not mean to forget Us,”?
I am the Great Sun
A poem from a Normandy crucifix of 1632
I am the great sun but you do not see me.
I am your husband but you turn away
I am the captive but you do not free me.
I am the captain; you will not obey
I am the truth but you will not believe me.
I am the city where you will not stay.
I am your wife, your child, but you will leave me.
I am that God to whom you will not pray.
I am your counsel but you do not hear me.
I am the lover whom you will betray.
I am the victor but you do not cheer me.
I am the holy dove, whom you will slay.
I am your life, but if you will not acknowledge me,
seal up your soul with tears and never blame me.