Portrait of Pardon
A harsh, unkind word tumbles out, maybe three,
frustrations are voiced and we just can't agree.
The day becomes silent - the hours grow long,
sleep is elusive with feelings still strong.
One of us crosses the river called Worry
building the bridge that begins with "I'm sorry".
Humility blossoms the flower of embrace,
painting a portrait of pardon and grace.
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2023
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