Forgiveness Speaks

FORGIVENESS SPEAKS As a child, my thinking darted about Hope was with me like a silent shadow Someone polite would capture me Simmer me with a book by a brook. My grown up years dangled A piñata packed with goodies, I was to take my blinders off to savor joy I was to read about my Maker. Now at seventy, my thinking threads softly The sound of silence is a gift, and I give it to myself because I can I look in the mirror sans fear of light, and I see our pain, our stories like leaves changing colors. *