
summer hot, humid
kills desire of sweetness
flowers forgiveness
falls decaying death
forgiveness dead leaves lifeless
blacken a gift heart
winter freezing ice
a cold weapon forgiveness
to cut the giver
spring new life begins
forgiveness lifeless, no seed
to plant, grow—never
The bird of flame rises
From the ashes in my chest—
Ash of forgiveness
Never given.
Love this thoughtful, vulnerable poem. I remember when I was struggling some years back, and reading two books on forgiveness by Lewis Smedes and I started my journey in learning about all the “practical” self – healing reasons I needed to practice the art of forgiveness. Your metaphors and imagery in this poem are profound and perfect. Thank you.
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Thank you, Jane. I was experimenting with ideas and forms with this one.
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Love the seasonal element and dark and light theme
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Thank you
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A pleasure 🌼
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