We, I don’t think, are taught about humility.
We learn to share, to wait in line,
to use our words.
We are not taught to be changed with them.
Did you know that an apology once saved
It was from a pastor; I’d paid a high price for his sin.
It took months but, face to face, eye to eye,
he took his burden back from me.
I felt my days ahead untighten and my hands finally unfold.
The lines on his cheeks shallowed, too, if just for the moment
the words gathered before flight.
By Megan Wildhood