Pond of Ethereal Life

I cried for so long that 
I can't differentiate my tears 
from this pond of ethereal life. 

The day I was left to die, 
                alone, 
I became water in this 
vastness of forgiveness. 

I was asked to forgive 
as I would like to be forgiven. 

(I couldn't)

The pain that lingers 
comes from the time I spent crying 
for redemption without redeeming 
others first.

(Forgive...)

I let the time I spent crying 
be the redemption of that love 
that gives itself with purity 
as a creative unfoldment of truth.
 
(Unfolding)

A renewed pond of ethereal life
comes into being.