This is forgiveness.
Left alone, forgotten, until you
became a dessicated husk.
Discovered, remorse poured on you,
and you rested, recovering,
absorbing all you needed to heal.
Regret poured onto you.
Faith surrounded you.
You offered a single bloom to give us hope.
This is what time and forgiveness bring:
Ah, the anticipation of your full celebration
makes me dizzy.
True story. Took my Christmas Cactus outside to enjoy some summer sun (2014?). Forgot it there. Come fall, it was a wizened shell. It’s taken years to recover, but it HAS! What a metaphor for tragedy in our lives and the patience we need with our recovery.