We Have The Ability To Forgive

We have the ability to forgive— Like wind that moves through trembling leaves, It asks no permission, It seeks no reply, It simply flows, unseen. Forgiveness is a hush in the heart, A candle in the night— Flickering, but alive. It softens sharp voices, And turns hard faces into water. It is the hand that lifts the stone, Then lets it go. It is the quiet sun that breaks the storm, It is the flower that still grows In broken ground. We have the ability to forgive— A gift as deep as love itself.