it's about forgiveness

But I think it's about forgivenessForgivenessEven if, even if you don't love me anymore
-Don Henley

You're only human
Let's shake free this gravity of judgment
And fly high on the wings of forgiveness

-India Arie

In my silence I would love to forgetBut restitution hasnt come quite yetAnd with one accord I keep moving forthI stretch my heart to heal some moreIt used to be all I want to learnWas wisdom trust and truthBy now all I really want to learnIs forgiveness for youAs my seasons change Ive now grown to knowWhen ones heart creates, ones soul doesnt oweSo I wash away stains of yesterdayThen tempt my heart with loves display
-collective soul

I'll forgive you
But you really hurt me
My heart wants to try us again
I know your only human
But you almost destroyed me
-Bobby Valentino


To look always at the good and not at the bad. If a
man has ten good qualities and one bad one, to look at the
ten and forget the one; and if a man has ten bad qualities
and one good one, to look at the one and forget the ten.

(Dr. J.E. Esslemont, Baha'u'llah and the New Era)


“Are you happy with the speakers that were chosen? Are you happy with all the facilitators?” he asked me.
I knew who he was really asking about and in this crowded room full of activity I began answering him.
“I don’t agree with some things she does. I dislike some choices that she makes. But I am happy that she will be a facilitator. She has accomplished a lot, she has done so much, she has had so many great experiences that I think she will contribute a lot to the weekend. Yes, I am happy with who the facilitators will be” My companion nodded and said something else on this topic but it was drowned out by my vision. I had turned my head and saw her. There she was, right around the corner in the hallway, dressed from head to toe in white and she had heard every word I had said. Her eyebrows narrowed, her brow wrinkled as well as her nose, but surprisingly this look was not a look of disgust meant for me. It was one targeted towards herself. Her face then softened slightly and was instead abashed. She hurried a way and I knew at once it was to release tears.

this was a dream. it came to me a couple of nights ago and i haven't been able to stop thinking of it since.

my days

How many times must you degrade someone? How often will you let your words sting? With your look, you set off a thousand pains and your tone of voice disturbs me. I am not meant to be subjected to hate, but then, who in this world is? Twist my thoughts against me and prove to everyone my lack of worth. Displeasure seeps out of your every action and I am hurt. Somehow it feels that if I were to succeed it would make you angrier still, I question why. This conceited belief of superiority hovers over the door. When I kneel down to pray I block out the roar of this artificial life and lend my ear to the melodies of my Beloved. He will keep me safe, I take one step closer to Him and He will hold me close while the words echo in my mind… “Do men think when they say 'We believe' they shall be let alone and not be put to proof?”