New friend, Pavi Mehta, speaks truth, hope, and forgiveness in this beautiful poem. Let it sink in and enjoy.
I want you to know that I have made mistakes
Enough to fill ten thousand king-sized bathtubs
Enough to try the patience of a hundred saints.
I have been terribly stubborn, frequently selfish
And am prone to devastating bouts of pettiness.
Yes. I am quick to fall, slow to rise, full of faults.
Yet I want you to know, that even to my window
Each morning, knocking with long, golden arms
Comes the sun.
It takes a lot of courage to admit one’s mistakes but the reward is awesome.
The reward I’ve found is love, Indira.