Thursday, August 10, 2006

 
Practice...

Come on in, Friend.

Come on in, Friend, and sit down with me next to the fire.

I have laid an afghan on the seat so you can warm your legs.

Let me get you a glass of wine. A cabernet, all woody and with a hint of plum.

Let us sit and talk this out, this disagreement we have held between the two of us.

I wronged you. Out of ignorance and pain and suffering, I injured you greatly and was none the wiser.

We've both been in the heat of the battle.

The speed of day to day life has dulled both our senses so that we don't know why we're arguing anymore.

But I know the pain I caused you is real and valid, and I want to take this opportunity to say truly 'I'm sorry'.

I'm sorry for the things I've done to you and said to you.

I'm sorry for the complete self absorption in my problems and the complete lack of sympathy for your problems.

I know you hold ill will, but it would do us both good if you could just accept a now-humbled man's apology and sincere cry for mercy and let these things between us just pass away like the years have.

We don't know how long we'll be here and what tomorrow holds, so let's just let these things go.

Can we?

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