you are resting

you are resting

far away in the hospital bed

i am waiting for you…

here in my heart, not my head

i look at the genius

portrayed in your art

i imagine the thought

that gave you the start

i wonder in amazement

at the skill of your hand

so deftly touching

the paper as the pencil ran

the body in motion

gives pause to contemplate

the colors of birch

challenge the slate

reminders of you

are all around

reminders of you

your love knows no bounds

i know you are sleeping

you keep the dreams for the day

I know you are resting

healing is on the way

I can only whisper

and offer my prayer

I can only let you know

that I sincerely care

I sit here in silence

praying for your best

I sit here and pray

that LOVE gives you some rest

what is forgiveness?

Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend

Forgiveness is the needle that knows how to mend (Photo credit: symphony of love)

forgiveness is not easily defined

especially if you are the kind to draw a line

i forgive you…but only this far

i forgive you…but be careful not to push me ajar

i forgive you…but if you travel one step over

then my forgiveness is not verdant clover

it will not bounce up in the Spring

and I do not care if i have given you a ring

forgiveness is not easily lived

i forgive you…but then must i give?

does it mean I am “for giving”?

does it mean I am for living?

it means forgiving seventy times seven

if you expect to get to heaven

it means you understand human nature

it means you see yourself in the other’s stature

but how do you forgive?

does it mean you let the hurt back into your life?

“for-giving” is “for loving”

now isn’t that something?