Compassion is a virtue — one in which the emotional capacities of empathy and sympathy are regarded as a part of love itself, and a cornerstone of greater social interconnection and humanism — foundational to the highest principles in philosophy, society, and person-hood.

Saturday, June 9, 2012

I asked a good friend of mine, on Google+ if he would like to be a Guest Blogger on my blog *Filtered Sunlight*.

He loved the idea. This is his post to the blog.  He would like feedback.  Many of you know and love this person.  

*On Forgiveness*

I read somewhere that anger and resentment are poisons for the one who holds them (not an exact quote). This statement resonates with me quite strongly, since I have stuff to forgive. I understand, on a logical level, that the statement is true, and yet it's hard to put into practice, it seems, at least for me.

Why is it that I find it difficult to "forgive"? It is related to the
other part of forgiveness, often mentioned in the same context, and that's forgetting. Forgive and forget. One is supposed to also forget, if he/she is to truly forgive, but the people I have to truly forgive, I cannot let my guard down. I will forever, no matter how naive I am (and I am, very naive), be vigilant, and direct my vigilant attention and suspicion towards the people that have wronged me. I can never truly forget, and that's why I am not sure I actually forgave, either, though I don't feel the resentment anymore. Is that forgiveness?  Shouldn't forgiveness arise from a conscious decision, rather than come as a simple consequence of the passing of time, coupled with physical separation? I don't know, because I can only see inside my own head, so when people talk about forgiveness, they have their own ideas of what that really entails.

Most of the things I need to forget stem from my childhood, and the person I would have to forgive is my father. I have absorbed abuse that changed me, forever. I have lived through terror and humiliation. Now that I am an adult, can take care of myself and don't depend on my father in any way (and am aware of this, of me being independent), I don't even feel any need for forgiving him. I feel nothing towards him - it's an equanimous state, most definitely not characterized by oblivion (fading from memory). Should this forgiveness be absolution (exoneration) of his actions?  I can't do that, either; I feel that it would be unfair towards that little boy, frightened and small, a boy that was deeply changed by the abuse perpetuated towards him.  I cannot absolve my father in his name. That's something only he can do, but it's too late for that, I am afraid.

What does forgiveness really mean for you? I would like to know. Not the stereotypical, feel-good definitions of it, but what you truly think forgiveness should be.    GS

Monday, June 4, 2012

the girl gets a report card she is eight years old
mother sees it and looks at her, father must be told
home he comes, looks at the card, he goes to hug his girl
she shrinks away, doesn't know if the belt may be unfurled 

father looks extremely hurt, he wanted just a hug
he doesn't know his cruelty and the hole that he has dug
to this day, she can't forget, the hurt within his eyes
but then again, he caused it,  first crack in love's demise

the girl is not interested in dolls and such things, 
she liked, to her family's dismay, to walk around and sing
one day the girls says to her mother, can i walk to the library alone
mom thinks and says, sure it's safe, i'll be right here at home 

the girl is walking down the sidewalk, her arms are full of books 
a man starts walking beside her, he gives her many looks
the adult starts asking questions, she must be quite polite
she doesn't want to get in trouble, when dad gets home tonight

she tries to walk much faster, she's not too far from home
the man starts walking backward not allowing her to roam
he walks right in front of her and he shows her a coin holder
he says come in the bushes, i'll pay, he's getting very bolder

the girl just doesn't understand, she says to him, but why?
the man just looks and smiles and gives her a reply
he says, do you have a little brother?  she says,  yes sir, I do
i want to show you what I've got, just mine's not small and new

he continues to walk backward looking straight down at the girl
he thinks she is bewildered and he has her in a whirl
the girl he doesn't realize is very smart and quick
she picks right up on what he said, and understands his trick

they are almost to the corner where the girl can cut across
she tells him i do not understand, which part, i'm at a loss 
she starts walking very slowly, as he explains to her
now he is talking, in a voice, just like a purr

as he's walking backward, thinking he can't fail
the girl is memorizing everything,  to remember each detail
she looks at hair, eyes and nose, information to her brain
he doesn't know how easy it is for the process to remain

she looks at teeth, she looks at hands, the blue thing with the money
the girl doesn't like that fact that he repeatedly calls her honey
she keeps on looking at him, something funny about his lip
his shirt, his legs  he wears no shoes, but on his shorts a rip

they walk down to the corner, where the girl can cross and run
she runs so fast she can not breathe, the mom can see she's stunned
she yells, what's wrong with you, and takes her by the palm 
she tells her mom what happened, the mom's face mad, yet calm

the mom grabs the phone and yells, please get off this line,
we have an emergency there isn't very much time
the police they come so quickly, they think the man will hide
the girl gives them information that she has stored inside

they quickly leave, they find the man they have to chase him down
through streets and yard he runs, not wanting to be found
because of the girls description they saw him in a trench
a police man broke his arm trying to grab him for his offense

they caught him that very night, then they called the dad,
he grabbed the phone and talked to them, she's young, this could go bad
they said we really need her, she can pick him out, we have a line up ready,
he looked at her, already knew, her resolve it was so steady

the girl was scared to death, when she went to the jail,
she picked him right out of the line up, twice, he was not given bail
seems there were eleven children, in fact, he did abuse
but none got a description good enough for the police to use 

no children in the courtroom, until their case was in sight
during that long and scary wait, dad held his daughter, tight
the girl looked around and saw, evil in some eyes
that day, the dad healed, that first crack, in love's demise


Monday, May 21, 2012

I need love, love's divine
Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name

Through the rainstorm came sanctuary
And I felt my spirit fly

I had found all of my reality
I realize what it takes

Cause I need love, love's divine
Please forgive me now I see that I've been blind
Give me love, love is what I need to help me know my name


Lyrics - Seal
Photo by K.Morlock 5/19/12