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.