Like a stick bug,
blowing in the breeze to mimic wind in the trees,
taking on the tone of its surroundings—it can disappear,
hide away, fail to be seen.
Like a butterfly with big, round spots on its wings
disguised scary eyes that signal ‘Go Away’—
it will do anything to confuse predators,
save the day.
Beware,
unforgiveness can deceive.
There is a time to forgive. To give each other the GIFT of freedom from past grudges held, from concealed resentment and anger. There is a time to come out in the open with how we’re feeling and what’s happening behind the scenes; with the games we play to say everything’s okay, go away. There is power in allowing grace to sooth, reveal. This poem appears in my latest book, Longings of the Soul.
