What do you know? What have I taught, thee? Anger, collusion, derision, cynicism? No! I do not teach, that way...forgiveness, is the tome I teach from. We all anger. Short of patience, are we.
Seeing past our 'death will' toward others, is what we understand of ourselves. We are vengeful creatures. We build walls, and none may scale them...least, ourselves. There we live, if that be life...a stone, whose heart is never warm.
So, I forgive. I must be more, than that corrupted gift, you were. So, I forgive...that my heart burn and pump again, that I may warm the world. I forgive, that we may love, too precious that, to cast aside.
I forgive, that we may save a friendship, kindled in a curse, yet still, a thing of worth...in my eyes.
Namaste
Written by Bruce James Clyde, at Deming, New Mexico
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