(A Prayer for T'shuvah)
Forgive me first for wanting to be forgiven.
Don’t judge me for the ego You gave me,
The one that makes me feel deserving of attention.
Instead, remember that time I held my little girl
When she was crying, uncontrollably,
Out of shame for having tattled on her sister.
I wrapped myself around her, crying myself
Softly, for the pain with which she struggled
Over the trifle of an intemperate word.
How I wished I could feel such remorse.
I told her, “There, there. It’s all alright.
You didn’t do anything wrong. I forgive you.”
But I thought I was the one who needed forgiving.
We taught her to be good, but without warning her
About the regret that tastes like loneliness.
Remember that and forgive me, too,