Forgive And Doves
My faith blooms of a cherish for our Forgiver,
and forgiveness isn't, "I'll forgive you,
if you'll forgive me,"
it's a symphony of lilacs in the springtime
fields,
a song from the wren's delicate heart,
it's when you awaken after a bitter night
of anger melted into tiredness.
Moments of grief turned to lavender
scented pillows lulling you into a
resplendent dream.
Forgiveness is of white doves ascending
to Heaven's purest love,
carrying whispers of the world praying,
as little workers in your mind build a bridge
of golden cables of peace forged by God,
whether those you've forgiven have a
reunion with you or not. ~
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
