It’s hard to forgive, but after doing so, it’s hard to see why it was so hard.
Forgiveness brings the softest touch
Yet smashes walls to let in light.
We throw away the leper’s crutch.
The snow that bothered us so much
Now sparkles like bright stars of night.
Photos: “Morning Snow”, above, and “Trail of Leaves Through the Snow”, below.
I usually walk somewhere nearby every day, often to the library just to have a destination. There are parks nearby and a botanic garden. What do I see? Sidewalks, trees, ponds, residential buildings, stores, town offices, game fields, skies, grass, clouds, birds of all sizes and there are even people, many of whom are familiar. I should not take this gift for granted.
I miss most of what there’s to see,
most everything there is that’s real,
most every thought that comes my way.
Forgive me for that every day.
Should my walks lead me past you
while daily wandering as I do,
forgive me most of all for that.
You smile. I know. I’m smiling back.
Linked to dVerse Poetics. Sarah is hosting with the theme of the journeys we routinely take. Mine would be simple walks. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays since I need to learn to forgive myself for missing almost all of it.
Photos: “Evening Panorama”, above, and “Sun in Autumn”, below. I didn’t miss these.
Inside is where it all gets real.
Despair destroys the dance:
Feet won’t move. Then comes that song
That lets forgiveness sing along
To give us one more chance.
Photos: “Inside the Chicago Botanic Garden”, above, and “In Up Close with Sun Rays”, below.
The Sun smiles on the rising dew
That turns to mist as Joe walks through.
Dreams do not come realized.
Mary waits with patient eyes
And trusts in what they’ve done.
When they knew the monsters won,
When terrors came to own their town,
When death appeared to take them down
They walked obeying mother’s call.
Let mountains from the heavens fall.
The final light is what they’ll find
Forgiving all they’ve left behind.
Photos: “Morning Fog”, above, “Misty Sunrise”, below.
Forgiveness is a miracle that we
Might not deserve, but it comes anyway.
Before it comes we doubt and skeptically
Confuse forever with some years delay,
Or maybe decades, centuries–or days.
But when it comes we’re awed to feel it bring
The peace that lets us breathe, and breathing, sing.
Text: Linked to dVerse Open Link Night. Grace will be hosting and the pub opens at 3:00 PM EST. I am also linking this to Debbie Roth’s Forgiving Fridays.
Photos: “Geometry”, above, and “Up-close Crystal”, below.