Forgiveness
Forgiveness is an apple's heart
Locked away in a diamond's reign
An iris blooms in a tempest hour
A careful wave creaks the aged bow
As the planets race through timeless oceans
My Father waits for the winds to change
For the iron to get hot
And for the suffering to spill over into yesterday
I am reminded of the way, the truth and the light
And am frightened by the candle's opera
The mist washes slightly the dry eyes of regret
A raging beat holds the sky up forever
As new wings build a stronger nest
The river teaches its lesson of patient prayers
A wondering soul does find faith
In the friendship of spirits and the laughter of the night
Enlist the sun in the beggar's escape
Delight in the moon's soft glow
A blue gray blanket warms the night
And leaves the rain for another day
© Mark Wesling, 12/27/07
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