The Recipe of Forgiveness

To look beyond the deed and into the eyes of the beholder.
To recognize the hurt as pain of impossibility.
To stand again, looking face to face.
To learn longer breaths.
To release tension.

I stand before you. Fully aware of your capabilities of harm. I am a survivor of your war. I have learned to hate and I have learned to love.
I have to learned to hate love;
yet to crave every aspect of it.
Every touch and every taste. Every memory that soaks into my soul.
The recipe of forgiveness that those who eat, beg for more. Forgiveness that is cooked time and time again; for those to swallow and race to intake the last piece.

Once again I am here. My oven roasting from fire I have burnt inside. Fire which falls of tears could never put out. Fire that I can only turn off with the completed masterpiece of forgiveness.

How difficult it is to gather the ingredients. The pain and damage; the recognition of love and the denial of hate. The fear to hope that the recipe will no longer be needed with continuous practice to know through memory. The strength to stand. The motivation to begin again. The memory never forgotten; only easier to recall.

Do not second guess the ingredient of love; for no taste can be considered perfection without the most important ingredient of love.

I sigh. I inhale the smell of the recipe. Intake a long, smooth breath of air. I pause and slowly release the bitter hatred; the tension and the pain.
Finally I am cured.

The recipe applies to you and to me, as it must be tasted to reach perfection. And perfection is only to strive for, becoming closer and closer each time your favourite recipe enters the oven to cook.

Bring me to my feet.
Open my eyes. Breathe.
I sleep in peace.
Finally.

The recipe of forgiveness is forever fulfilling.

written: Monday, august 14, 2006; but always applicable.