Spiritual Forgiveness Poems

Life is the baptism of water cleansing all sin, if we falL
Instilled in the teachings of man's origins, God's alumnI
Fused by the heart and mind...

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Sometimes Truth
is a bit too enlightening, 

eyes preferring haze
over prickly points
of stunning beams – 

when the
heart in shadow, a slow
peep can be preferred over a
sharp...

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retracting from crassness
in order to protect our soul
although aversion manifests
we accept detractor’s  ordained role

the ones who betray love
we notice they inwardly die
caused by delusion...

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Forgiveness is a gift of God
for he is the perfect forgiver
casting all our sins far away
promising to always fully deliver

When we cast ourselves on the...

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Why the curved sword, Joshua?
"The signal for the ambush,
And a wily subterfuge!

Ai will be reaped by Yahweh.
The whole field, corners, too.
No one will be left...

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When close camaraderie is no more,
accepting what is as is, we move on,
forgiving, forgetting, keeping no score,
each breath we take, ushering a new dawn,
thus detached...

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May I serve
whatever the capacity --

and not be dissuade;

God knows His faithful,
not by glitter
nor by volume of voice,
but by salves of compassion

knowing no color
knowing no...

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It's easy to lose hope
In a world beyond repair
When you can't escape the heartbreak
Of the burden that you bear

To see beyond your vision
Into the Deep...

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Then, in the black stillness, breaking the silence 
Came a desperate primal scream
My own heart bursting 
Longing for deliverance

There, deep in the shadows appeared a stranger
Though his...

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How Much Vengeance Is Enough?

By Mark D. Stucky
How much bloody carnage and rubble
is required to atone for sins of a few?
How many eyes must be...

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All is quiet, all is still.
All is tranquil amid the chill.
It's late December, the moon is high,
Shining brightly against the sky.

The snow is sparkling in...

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Cartography of Salvation

By Mark D. Stucky
No outline on a globe.
No page in an atlas.
No ink on a road map.
No pixels in Google.

But parabolically defined
by two...

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Should a man dare to look within?
Search secret places of hidden sin?
The lack of which could be exhilarating,
But those long loss, debilitating.

Even those revealed can...

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Drained, estranged, fragrance of love ebbs
Immersed now in dark dungeons of despair
Vibrancy of dying ember, for freedom begs
Oh, why no longer does love with love...

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we ask for his word 
although he is wayward
it matters not to us
if his actions are untoward

the play is enacted 
in as is ordained
love woos...

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