Image: Nina Bisognani
Sculpture by Gustav Vigeland, “Wheel of Life” series, Oslo, Norway
One night I believe an angel came to me.
She appeared as a blinding white light
Hovering in the corner of the room.
Just moments before, I had prayed, even begged,
For her to come.
Yet, when I sensed the nearness of intense love
I covered my eyes and begged my angel to leave.
“No,” I cried out. “Go away.”
Daring not to look into eyes that could pierce my soul.
For I had sinned.
A sin that left me feeling guilty, anxious, undeserving
One that had been hiding in the cobwebs of my mind.
At my request, my guardian angel left softly,
With a rustle of gossamer wings.
Unknown to me she passed on a heavenly gift
It was at breakfast the following morning
That I came face to face with the previous night’s encounter.
I realized that forgiving is not forgetting
The memory that had haunted me was still clear, but no longer a burden.
Over time, I have been able to understand we, as scarred beings,
are still worthy of forgiveness.
With God’s grace, we are able to pray with open hearts.
We can learn the art of forgiveness, of others and of ourselves.
– Nina Bisognani