Forgiveness
By Aaron Waddell
Emotions raw, so many in pain.
A pastured lamb, tears falling like rain.
Spirit light, the body a lamp,
in darkened caves, and refugee camps.
Soft and still, this quiet embrace.
Dear and sweet, the sight of His face,
Turning there, I glimpse a memory
Of what I was before the Pleiades.
Remaining still, this form, it goes weak,
Collapses now, I cannot speak. These
Words elude, when joy commences -
Crumbles walls, and topples fences.
Place a crown upon His head. The
Son of God, no longer led down
Dusty paths and worn-down trails.
Evil’s gone. Love will prevail.
If this poem stirs something in you—however faint—I invite you to pause. To breathe. To forgive. And to remember: your light is needed. Your peace is powerful. Your presence is a blessing.
Let’s walk gently together.