Forgiveness

Forgiveness stays hidden in a mossy forest, 

Planting trees 

Building benches made from oak and teak

Many call his name 

But Forgiveness – gentle, quiet Forgiveness

Only whispers. 

Like years that grew the pine 

Tall and grounded,

Forgiveness takes time

To find him for yourself and for others 

Walk in faith 

Through needle paths

And be brave. 

Stay brave.

Because on those windy roads you’ll face 

The very roots of the hurt you so wish to escape 

Feeling, feeling,Bleeding, kneeling

Until...

Forgiveness takes the satchel from your back 

The one you didn’t know you wore

And lets lightness overcome

The weight your shoulders bore.

He’ll sit with you on a bench 

Made of forest teak 

And let you breathe away the bitterness

That before made you weak.

Silent companion on a bench

Forgiveness touches palms and lungs

Fists and chest unclench –

And resentment leaves 

Through eucalyptus leaves

Lost in the forest 

With old losses you used to grieve

And you whisper, “I am more”

And stand up again. To realise – 

You are so much taller than before.