Sunday, August 11, 2019

A simple process it isn't.

Everything I do falls short
Because of my wounds and regret
They get in the way of my efforts
To be ready to forgive again
My pride remains
It is powerful
Relentless
It burns in me
Until I change
There will be no comfort, no way home
I know though
Nothing can make me feel
Until I choose to be redeemed
By giving the debt of anger, the debt of sorrow
Back to the world
There is release
Holding it in is toxic
Poisons my soul and consumes it whole
By forgiveness I am freed




 “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.” Mahatma Gandhi