Forgiveness Helps Me
When someone violates my trust through betrayal, theft or rumor,
I look into our mutual emotional bank account.
Is it red, limping, crying and hurting?
Is it turning harder than a gallstone?
If so, it is going to be more difficult for me to forgive
Which is not my norm; not my norm.
But, if our emotional bank account is full of playful memories,
laughter and mirth, frolicking and friendly banter,
if she is a lovely pink and green color,
and she smells like lavender,
and I can foresee many more lovely experiences
forgiveness comes automatically,
without hesitation, and this violation is easily discounted
if not completely dissipated.
Which is my norm, which is my norm.
This serves me well, this serves me well.
For I am from a forgiving family,
Whose doctrine and philosophy is
That we are all sinners, and all of us have stoned
At one time or another, or we will.
A forgiving family that understood that
all of us live in glass houses;
every single one of us.
No exceptions.
When you realize this, it is easier
to see your own mistakes, and recognize
the grace others have given you.
Which helps your emotional bank account
stay enthusiastically loving and giving.
Also helps your heart forgive, which is a balm to you.
A salve on your hurt, a salve on your hurt.
Which works both ways, which works both ways.
Forgiveness for you, and forgiveness for me.
We are all sinners; we are all hurting.
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