"It became so bad that the government had to stop putting secret and sensitive papers in his red box."
Good Christians can only forgive. The solution for being unable to forgive is to pray for forgiveness for oneself.
"But we needn’t have worried. Because then we had the abdication."
Pain may be abstract but harm never was could not stay contained in the shattered rear bumper, the flare on the road - or any moment of transgression - the lace slipping past a hipbone the cold countertops the gravity from there on out his first view of hell.
Somewhere she too is a voter. Everything hurts like a spur in the foot. Everybody hurts everywhere you go.
May we forgive our sons who were Nazis May we forgive their fathers who loved them.
The smell curdles on the floor. The curious smell of asphalt and steam. The smell, oh god, of linen and water and the pain which was begotten. He has made a mistake.
"We are all mortals, that is our fate. But we need not be unchristian ones."
Whose arias are these that seem to take us elsewhere? Why, it is only the famous soprano, Ms. _. You heard her play at supper or at least a recording of her voice.
I picture a stained glass window when she sings high as heaven in crystal red and watery pink. I would beg to see the peak where lead meets lead and the Annunciation, the Transfiguration, Bathsheba bathing on the rooftop, these taper to a scene of Gethsemane then a mute gray ceiling.
Something is waiting there and I suspect holding it would make me feel better. But forgiveness is not one single word, and besides: what have you done to earn it?