Tuesday, January 29, 2013


When I learned the word forgiveness
It had a halo and some feathers.
It was a way to forget and bless -
A trade for uncomfortable tethers .

It wasn’t until much later that I knew how much I needed it
Like a wrench inside a toolbox,
Breaking through whatever impeded it-
breaking  paper, scissors, rocks.

My costly bloody wrench knew more of sacrifice
Than mercy; its costly job released me.
Some places I used it more than twice
Where offense was sharp or greasy.

And now forgiveness breaks my shame,
Not far from my embittered heart.
In case I slip and fall and blame
It lifts me to the place of art.

Because my freedom, joy and peace-
Can not exist without release

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