Forgiving Hearts

In the garden of the soul, a seed does grow,

A seed called forgiveness, a gift to bestow.

With tendrils of grace, it unfurls and twines,

Mending the broken, where hurt once confines.

Bitter winds may blow, wounds deep and sore,

Yet forgiveness emerges, a salve to restore.

It's not weakness, but strength, to let go of the pain,

To break free from resentment, to cleanse the stain.

Like a river's gentle current, forgiveness flows,

Washing away anger, healing the throes.

It's a choice we make, to release the chains,

To find inner peace where bitterness wanes.

In the tapestry of time, forgiveness weaves,

A story of healing, where wounded hearts cleave.

It's a beacon of hope, a lantern's soft light,

Guiding us forward from the darkest of night.

For in forgiving, we find our own release,

A burden lifted, a heart at ease.

And as we embrace this transformative art,

We mend what was torn, and heal every heart.

So let forgiveness flourish, let grudges depart,

For it mends the soul and renews the heart.

With open arms and spirits set free,

Forgiveness weaves a tapestry of unity.