James McLain Forgiveness Poems

It is no small thing,
to weep in your smile.
It is some times a painful confession
it makes.
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Because she liked pain and I did not.
The scars of cigarette burns and self inflicted
cuts, her friend I could be not like that.
The wife whom said that about your daughter.
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Forever; comes, before it comes, our night.
Forgiveness does it change the light, our sight?
Does it not erase that all of which was ever done?
The passing years are chasing us to close, behind,
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God said,
before I was born,
the first thing I would see
was your smile.
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