Shame and Remorse
What is the difference between shame and remorse my friend?
First I was dead then alive.
First I knew shame then love.
First I was self-concerned then caring.
Shame is like a blindfold, an endarkening shroud, closing in - barring the entrance. Remorse is the creaking when an old door is opened for the first time. Both are pain; one brings death the other new life.
Where shame closes the window, draws the blind, forgets the Friend, retires to isolation – remorse throws open the drapes, allows sun's light in, the pain of seeing clearly and the joy reparation.
Shame is how paradise was lost. Shame mistakes knowledge of wrongs for a dead man walking. Remorse knows - Reality is a forgiving friend. Shame’s favorite word is “Checkmate". Remorse whispers "New Dawn".
Shame is like this – I was dead. Remorse is Jesus whispering to Lazarus “Then alive.” Shame would have you turn in and know only itself. Remorse invites you to Love with all its relations.
Shame's pain - the dull ache of dying. Remorse’s sting - a bandage being removed. Shame festers, a gangrenous wound without healing balm.
Remorse breaks open the chest and reveals, behind the breastbone, a thousand doves made of radiance. - t.k.