I Celebrate

All those
who have wronged me
or i feel have wronged me
I forgive them all
I release my hold
on what they did
or i think they did
for all who I have hurt
wounded
made angry
or annoyed
I ask for forgiveness
but will love
even
if it does not
come forth
I release
every vestige of bitterness
and try to let go
of jealousies
knowing Grace
gives what it gives
it is not mine to own
or is any being mine
but that i might share
i might love
i might touch
and god nows
I can not even
hold onto that.
Hope is meaningless here
what remains remains
and
what falls apart
is a lesson
a seed
for joy
and enriches me
Nothing on this earth
is mine
forever
but only for a time
so I will let
go of this feather
of existence
Grace is my teacher
and my substance.
All is a gift.
I celebrate being alive.

©Stephen John Kalinich 2010