Oh, Divine,
Grant me the ability to see, instead of one letter from a single syllable from just a word from a sentence from a single paragraph from one page of a chapter of an entire rich, detailed, intricate story,
that entire epic tale of people’s lives —
for humans are time travelers, somehow having the precious gift and curse to bring the past perpetually alive in the now —
grant me the ability to see a human’s entire story. every time I’ve even taken three seconds to think back, to think back, to think about what came before whatever their current behavior may be, every time I thought of the entire novel of their being, suddenly, the thematic elements they’re presenting in the now make complete and total sense —
I want to know understanding, forgiveness, compassion… I want to know Love that knows no bounds, that knows no barriers.
Your pleas that your Father forgive those who tortured you. Humiliated you. Bet on you, spit on you. Your pleas that He forgive them, for they “know not what they are doing.”
Those words have echoed throughout history. They echo in my heart right now. Let me learn from you. I know no greater strength than true compassion. How pitifully weak have I at times been. Please, just let me know, day by day, mere morsels of your love.
Gradually may I climb this mountain and meet you at the top
THE CLOSET MYSTIC 