In the quiet chambers of the heart,
Where shadows linger, and echoes start,
There lies a balm, a gentle grace,
Forgiveness, in its tender embrace.
It’s not a sprint, nor a fleeting thought,
But a journey, patiently fought,
To mend the fractures, soothe the pain,
And let the sun shine through again.
Like a river washing over stones,
Smoothing edges, healing bones,
Forgiveness flows, a gentle stream,
Restoring hope, a waking dream.
It frees the soul from heavy chains,
Releases us from bitter strains,
Allows us to breathe, to feel anew,
To see the world with eyes of true.
For in forgiving, we release,
The burden that had brought us to our knees,
And in that act, we find the power,
To heal our hearts, to bloom our flower.
So let us choose, with open arms,
To forgive, to heal, to disarm,
For in this choice, we find the key,
To mend our souls, and set us free.