For this great silent gift
that’s called forgiveness —
Release of gracious fragrance
to the air,
Permission to surrender my agenda
for a fine peace to cherish and to share —
I give my thanks,
For it came down so softly
Independent of my wrestling mind
It healed my wounds, erased my anguished pain
and let my inner tones be realigned
Though I knew forgiveness was required
It wasn’t something I could do alone
Ah! It was given me from somewhere higher
A truth reverberating in my bones
With this gift
I know that I, too, am forgiven
Released from all the knots wherein I writhed
To walk through slender rays of present heaven
Bright halos hovering around my eyes.
©Wendy Mulhern
May 15, 2012