Forgiveness

Many-a-time in this unbalanced world,

An accident falls due to others.

And most of the time

Without fuss, without whine

I forget and move on like good brothers.

But now and again

I've a challenge within

To forgive for something too great.

An obvious lie!

Or unkindness, and I

begin to be host for my hate.

Hate's easy to please

And is worse than disease

For I'm living at the same time I'm dead.

When all that it takes

Is to accept my mistakes:

No forgiveness is the cause for my dread.

I'm wrong - and I know it

and my heart wouldn't post it:

"I'm wounded and offended!" it shouts.

But the mind calculates

A result of such weights

And in love, builds this sudden redoubt.

"You're angry at loss and

You're paying the cost,

Of this we can both admit freely,

But keep it within

Then you're losing again

Your progress, your freedom, your family.

"How much will you lose

Before you accuse

No one but you for the trouble.

Othello, at end,

Chose his pride to defend:

His houses of love turned to rubble.

Choose ye NOW to see

Only with charity

And follow not ways of the devil.

For cunning is he,

He tricks us, you see,

Into digging our deaths with our shovels.

But Christ, now, you see,

Crucified, but said He

Of the nailers: "they know not what they do."

With those same wounded hands,

Without nails, without bands,

Reached out in love to reformers.

You'll make it to Heaven,

Look over, in shock then

To see your offender embrace you.

"We're here now forever,

Let's be kind 'cause it's over.

Forever's long time to be with you."

Restoration of truth

Built a prophet from who

An example we now bring to light:

Say, “Come on, dear brother,

since war is [now] past,

For friends [as] at first,

are [now] friends [here] at last.”