Forgiveness

For this great silent gift

that’s called forgiveness —

Release of gracious fragrance

to the air,

Permission to surrender my agenda

for a fine peace to cherish and to share —

I give my thanks,

For it came down so softly

Independent of my wrestling mind

It healed my wounds, erased my anguished pain

and let my inner tones be realigned

Though I knew forgiveness was required

It wasn’t something I could do alone

Ah! It was given me from somewhere higher

A truth reverberating in my bones

With this gift

I know that I, too, am forgiven

Released from all the knots wherein I writhed

To walk through slender rays of present heaven

Bright halos hovering around my eyes.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 15, 2012