Diary Entry 96

To forgive is

the desire of Heaven.

Not one or two,

no, lend yourself

to seven.

I pose this question

to the task at hand,

what to do if words

lie buried beneath sand?

How are we to grant this gift to they

who died before words

were allowed their stay?

Did you not hear

when I spoke this morn?

I will clean all debris

from what remains torn.

"Your sense of security

must not rest in possession

or things that go your way"...

they're in accepting

I will always reconcile

a needy heart's betrayal.



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