Forgiving The Forgotten

How might one go about forgiving that which one cannot recall?

When amnesia is insufficient, for the one across this divide is loved, and to forgive is to cross it- it is for these sins I wonder.

Memory is such a funny thing, often fuzzy, often kept externally. Could something be said for memory blooming externally that one cannot recall planting to begin with?

If sins could persist as divides in this way, why could not the roots and vines of forgiveness grow into bridges?

If one could be shot straight from the sky or live a thousand lifetimes, without memory of such things clouding mind today, certainly one can remember a great divide once forged, once forgotten. Evidence of these days, all these days, paint the sky. They paint the trees in fall, paint the flick of the wrist and flit of the thumb even as we paint our caves "ourselves."

All the while a voice seems to be saying "I'm sorry." I know it because it echoes from and through me, but only as of late has this city silenced, or perhaps aligned, just enough so that I might recognize this voice external, spoken in my own tongue. So again I ask: "How might one go about forgiving that which one cannot recall?"

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