honey and sting

Psalm says: turn from evil, do good.
It doesn't say: turn from evil, beat yourself up about it.
It doesn't say: turn from evil, spend the rest of your life atoning.

Evil is the bad we do.
Evil is the bad done to us.
Evil is entrapment in the legacy of pain,
of do unto others the crap that's done to you.

Turn away.
Don't dwell.
Don't try to fix
that hell.

Turn, not from your pain
(which is the song of your still-living heart),
and definitely not from your desire,
but from the suffering that always finds
its perfect vindication.

Here comes narrative discontinuity
in place of discontent.
Here comes the unexpected,
and the unexpectable.
The shock of sudden grace.
The latitude of peace.