on repentance

I am so angry
the sun shines
on the just and unjust
until I feel its warmth on my face
as one who has wounded the earth
and known grace

the more I expose
the stretch of my shadow,
the wider I am able to open my hands
to receive kindness I do not always deserve,
grasping for nothing more 
than what I am given 

Great Sun Lighter, deliver me from
white-knuckle greed,
fixed on believing
power in my hands
would fix everything

the wild sun
was never mine
to wield—
only my loosened fists
to try love again, 
to try unwounding the earth again 
tomorrow and tomorrow
and tomorrow
amen