### Repentance Perhaps (a poem)

. . . for the ways I treat myself, you, others, God, creation
as objects to be used, misused, mistreated, and dismissed . . .
. . . for the times I allow insecurity and fear
to drive my behavior . . .
. . . for the manner in which I have not recognized you
as fully you . . .

. . . for the moments I hide in the shadows
instead of walking in the light . . .
. . . for the instances I stay comfortable in my silence
instead of speaking up . . .
. . . for the days I remain seated
instead of standing up . . .

. . . for the missteps . . .
. . . for the misdeeds . . .
. . . for the mistakes . . .

. . . for commission . . .
. . . for omission . . .
. . . for acquiescence . . .

I repent.

Perhaps that is how we begin
to repair the breech
both real and perceived
between
me and you,
between
the who I pretend to be and the who I am created to be,
between
a constrained understanding of God and the freedom of the Divine in our midst.

Perhaps.
— bshivers