Forgivness

Forgiveness. It was dawn in Calcutta; I had spent the night in a bar with no name, when I came upon a hospital in a side street, a place for the dying. Two nurses in white uniforms with blue borders - they were nuns- twins, poke marked, elderly, had prominent noses and dark penetrating eyes. They led me to a room were an ancient woman lie dying on a mat, she smiled held out her hand and asked me what had taken me so long? I told her of my endless journeying, all the obstacles in my way and how I regretted my lateness. She smiled glad that she could see me a last time; then she died. Twilight, long shadows a day was ending and I had been forgiven for not knowing I was loved and missed.