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Vincent Berquez

Forgiveness

In the darkness my son is the object.

In his sleep we ponder ourselves

and glimpse eternity,

his communicating will go

further than we shall ever travel.

In this great silence he is monumental

and we see the future beyond ourselves.

Asleep there are always hidden secrets

from the banality of our self-importance

that only he can deconstruct and give meaning to.

We ask who we are. But he cannot answer yet.

It will be a wonderment to hear his voice,

will he understand as we become different with time,

will he forgive us if forgiveness is necessary?

13.12.10

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