Forgiveness is not a single breath,
Nor one bright dawn that ends the night—
It is the slow unfurling leaf
That trembles first, then greets the light.
It’s not forgetting what was done,
Nor painting peace where pain still lives;
It’s choosing, step by trembling step,
To free the heart that still forgives.
It’s looking at the wound and saying,
“You cannot own my days or dreams.”
It’s laying down the weight of blame
Beside the ever-moving streams.
Forgiveness is a quiet art,
A seed that blooms when we release;
It teaches mercy to the heart,
And in its blooming—there is peace.
Thank-you for reading.
Remember there are many paths back to God.
Follow your own path,
Brenda Marie
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