For a minute.
This gift to me.
All I knew was
An eye for an eye.
Hate meets hate.
Forget me nots were
Forget me, knots in
My belly, so empty.
So excuse me,
If I am cautious.
Excuse my… hesitation.
‘Cause this forgiveness you speak of?
It’s a distant foreign relation.
What have I to be redeemed?
And my soul?
What a word.
Never such importance deemed.
But continue anyway,
I feel these words are true.
For restoration, from hesitation, feels fresh as morning dew.
So please relay what you’ve to say,
It’s warmth and strength will make me gay,
Ha! Gay – a term, so lost to me,
Until your might hath set me free.
So I will take this freedom here,
To make a life, to understand – sheer
Wisdom, brilliance, patience too,
And love I have received from you.