Yes, I’ve committed
countless sins.
Fireflies over a meadow
just before sunrise.
Tea candles on a veranda at noon.
Milkweed in the ocean wind.
Here's the secret:
God has no interest in guilt.
Abandon penance and forgiveness
because the heart is an empty sky
full of amazement
whose dawning outshines
every circumstance
as honey overflows the comb.
When the dandelion is ready,
the frailest breath blows it away.
In the richest vineyard,
nothing takes root
but the ancient grapes of pain
bursting sweetly on the tongue
today, today,
with the taste of love.
When I understood this,
I fell down and sang
to the worm, to the ladybug,
to the earth's least wanted child,
"Walk on me!"
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