I kneel on a beach hitting at the water
Screaming for revenge
From a God that won’t give it to me.
Years ago it happened
Though talking to me
You would think it was last week.
Forgiveness is an arch
It begins slow
Until you reach the top.
Then you begin to realize it is over
You can carry on
With what is left of your life.
Forgiveness isn’t for the weak
They can’t handle it
It is only for the strong.
This time I kneel at the beach
Telling the world this is over
I don’t want to fight anymore.
I take a hand full of sand
Let it run through my fingers
And wish that is how I handled it.
“Next time” I tell myself
The next time I am wronged
I will begin to forgive.
So many times, through so many trials, we should have been broken, but we are not. We are strong enough to get back up on our feet, stop our shouting at the world, and carry on with our lives. This time, may we learn to do it with the power of forgiveness.
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