Days of dread and nights of fitful slumber
Searching for a right to
cure the wrong,
Struggling with demons in
the melee
While gathering the
strength to carry on.
Flying boldly in the face
of logic,
Wearing claws of fearless
fowl of prey,
Hindered only by the
curse of memory,
Forgiveness finds another
foe to slay.
Persistent in her grace
and constant vigil
She waits until the storm
clouds dissipate,
Then shifting with the
stealth of soundless panthers
She swiftly moves to
soothe and vanquish hate.
Thriving like the sweet
magnolia blossom
Surviving in the swelter
of the sun,
Healing hate’s
apocalyptic evil,
She feeds the souls of
all who carry on.
Praise to all who curry
her fresh favor.
Raise a glass and sing a
song or two.
The soul that bears
forgiveness on its shoulders
Cast a shadow of a heart
that’s pure and true.
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