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That the beauty of it, isn’t it? There’s always another chance. The universe is bountiful. Plenty to go around. Plenty of opportunity. Plenty of opportunity to learn, to make mistakes and to try again.
The first few lines of this poem, though, would suggest that in “another” is a hidden judgment. An element of shame lurks beneath. Cowering against the hidden judgment is the thrice-partnered woman who has just received her second set of divorce papers.
The Judge: What!? AGAIN!!? You want more? You must be joking. You haven’t got it right yet?? How many chances do you think you deserve? If you haven’t got it right by now, don’t you think you’d be doing yourself and the rest of the planet a favour by staying single? Come on! Get it right, will ya?
Wow, how harsh is that?
Well, pooey on yooey! I know better! I know that there are no laws that limit me – as a matter of fact, just the opposite. One of the laws of the universe is the endless bounty that embraces me. It’s called infinity. It’s called forgiveness. It’s called love. We’d be in a fine pickle. Well, we’d be in no pickle at all if there were a limit. Three strikes, yer out – the ump picks up the ball and leaves. Lights out. Game over. Extinction.
We have another chance to try again and to learn. We have another chance to make choices and to select and to apply new knowledge – or not.
Gotta love it.