Sands of Forgiveness

Deep within, settle our diamonds of hate; Descending, slowly through our mind, heart and soul. Hurts refined and ignored, forgotten in fate; At first nothing but, a burning lump of coal. The black-sooted singed wound, is hidden within; We put on a smile and voice, 'nothing is wrong.' The battle of flesh, rages with slash and din; The coal's journey to diamond, moves along. Rough in shape, we cut a gem to perfection; Overcome with our deftness, we hold dearly. Slipping down toward heel, without detection; Hurt pressed to hate, remaining a hurt merely. Some diamonds sparkle, destined to adorn; Ours collect in mass, near the Achilles' heel; Grinding and cutting, until tendon is torn. We slam to the earth, only able to kneel. Confused and dazed, we simply don't understand; Calling God, we are given the strength needed, To pass these stones, as easily as grains of sand; Only then, can we stand, and proceed unheeded.