and all debts are forgiven.
Nothing that has weighed heavy
on your sense of worth,
nothing you have tallied,
no way you were measured
and found wanting
gets to stand
Consider the sheer brightness of it,
like sheathes of water falling down mountains,
like the water-colored silence
where all clamor ceases,
like the clarity that fills your face
after the water splash:
in this moment, you are free
None of the acts or reactions
you thought had trapped you,
none of the ruts
you thought defined you,
none of the bad choices
you thought required atonement
have any mark upon your being
This is the jubilee
where you start with
what you now see
you have always been.
All debts are off. Begin.
©Wendy Mulhern
March 2, 2016
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