Reconciliation by Walt Whitman
Word over all, beautiful as the sky,
Beautiful that war and all its deeds of carnage must in time be utterly lost,
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night incessantly softly wash again
and ever again, this soiled world;
For my enemy is dead, a man divine as myself is dead,
I look where he lies white-faced and still in the coffin— I draw near,
Bend down and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
Why is it that we in our vaunted glory tend to insist on last minute reconciliation with one another, with our purpose and with our Creator? How arrogant! How foolish! How wasteful!
Time is our most precious resource and to spend even one minute of it belittling, begrudging or condemning another is treachery, if not thinly-veiled blasphemy. When you curse or condemn another, who really are you blaming? Was he not created as you were, from the dust and by the breath of life?
Look around you. At the core of each person you see is a divine being, a perfect soul, whose human form (i.e. body, mind and heart) magnifies to varying degrees his inner light. Were you not so busy judging you would see that each one is a man divine as yourself.
Letting time heal your wounds is a last resort, for death and night are slow to reconcile heaven and earth. Move swiftly to forgiveness.
“Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again.” Matthew 7:1-2