Mea Culpa! Mea Culpa! Mea Maxima Culpa!
If I say I’m sorry, will I disappear
Like the setting sun behind the mountains
When it’s gone, it’s done
The fiery sphere consumes no more
Mountains swallowed it
The highest peaks of faith and hope
Glow with love reflecting
Reflecting the eternal Son above
If I say I’m sorry, will I disappear
Like the waves upon the sands
Unremembered by cupped hands
The proud ocean crashing down
On shells and children on the shore
Retreats, rejoining the Sea of Life
Becomes as one, then continues on its course
When I disappear into “I’m Sorry” or its cousin “You Were Right”
Will the waters fill what’s lost, what’s lost, what’s lost of me
The love of self is dying, I can hear her moan
If self lives no more, who will call this body home
When I say I’m sorry, I do not disappear
The great divider dies, for this is what he fears
He fears the Holy Spirit
Who cleaves my True-self to the Word
Thus squashing animosity with two small words
My words, His words, The Word
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry
When I say I’m sorry, I am born again
It is not I who live, but Christ who lives
Christ who lives within!
I can incarnate Him, when a space for him I make
He comes to you, to you in this time and place
In this time and place, he comes,
please forgive me for my sins
The horizon faint above the sea, kisses time and eternity
Dark water shimmers, with fresh morning light
Hints of the glowing ball to come, the rising sun, my rising sun
The Risen One! The Risen Son!
“Father forgive them, for they know not what they’ve done.”
Stacy Peterson
