Friday, May 17, 2013

Tree of Forgiveness

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Tree of Forgiveness
by Sir Edward Coley Burne-Jones

Last week, Gerry and I were lucky enough to view this painting
at The Lady Lever Art Gallery
in Port Sunlight, Merseyside, England

Burne - Jones' treatment of forgiveness made me think of a series of passages I have saved over the years, all with the common theme that forgiveness requires searching your own soul and using your thinking cap:

"In short, I began to think, and to think indeed is one real advance from hell to heaven. All that hardened state and temper of soul, which I said so much of before, is but a deprivation of thought; he that is restored to his thinking, is restored to himself."
Daniel Defoe, from his novel Moll Flanders

Read more on my recent post:
"To Forgive: Reprove, Restore, Reclaim"
on the
The Fortnightly Kitti Carriker
A fortnightly [every 14th & 28th]
literary blog of connection & coincidence; custom & ceremony


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Hawwah*
She was Goddess of the Faeryland
Until she lost the God's new toy --
A red ball of clay --
Lost it accidentally one day
Playing in the orchard.
The God would never forgive her.
He forbade her walking in the garden with him.
He called her serpent
And, divine though she was,
She crawled on her belly
For thousands of years
Unable to forgive herself.

L'N

*The Hebrew word for Eve.

1 comment:

  1. Autobiography of Eve

    Wearing nothing but snakeskin
    boots, I blazed a footpath, the first
    radical road out of that old kingdom
    toward a new unknown.
    When I came to those great flaming gates
    of burning gold,
    I stood alone in terror at the threshold
    between Paradise and Earth.
    There I heard a mysterious echo:
    my own voice
    singing to me from across the forbidden
    side. I shook awake—
    at once alive in a blaze of green fire.

    Let it be known: I did not fall from grace.

    I leapt
    to freedom.

    ~ by Ansel Elkins

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