Forgive And Doves
My faith blooms of a cherish for our Forgiver,
and forgiveness isn't, "I'll forgive you,
if you'll forgive me,"
it's a symphony of lilacs in the springtime
fields,
a song from the wren's delicate heart,
it's when you awaken after a bitter night
of anger melted into tiredness.
Moments of grief turned to lavender
scented pillows lulling you into a
resplendent dream.
Forgiveness is of white doves ascending
to Heaven's purest love,
carrying whispers of the world praying,
as little workers in your mind build a bridge
of golden cables of peace forged by God,
whether those you've forgiven have a
reunion with you or not. ~
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