Forgiveness? Poem by Laci LeBlanc

May all be forgiven, repented and true,
Remember only love and start over new?
For how gracious is the human heart,
To forgive any evil, that one may do?
To force away hate, and grant another start?

Is there such a deed, a single action,
Sharp enough to slice Love to a fraction?
How far may one dare stray,
Before their lover shoos them away?
I pray Lord, Oh, I pray,
That I should never approach that day.

How far may Heart’s forgiveness extend,
‘Till one reaches emptiness, they’ve discovered the end?
To fall over the cliff of Love’s limit,
And dive helpless, to the depths of It.
Land with a crack of the soul, finally awaken,
And see the evils for which one is mistaken.
Far away from the clouds of virtue, so sublime,
And how to return, anew, for ahead is quite a climb?

So sorry, so terribly so,
On knees begging, to repay what may owe.
But no, will that restore,
That love and trust once more?
May humility dress,
The sins for which to confess?
And will one be pardoned,
Or has the heart hardened?
Oh, dreadful Woe, one simply cannot know.

Is there such a poison, for which Love has no cure?
Is there such a blow, which Love cannot endure?
That threshold where Love flings arms above and cries, “No more! ”

And those very arms of consanguinity,
Can they be maimed and out with blood spilt affinity?
Can they be lamed and never embrace the poor soul to blame ever again the same?

Could transgressions quell that lovely spell?
Where fondness pours, from gores and sores.
And misdeeds lock, unopened doors.
Behind such doors, opportunity for more penchant lies,
Yet now they are bolted, sealed, austerely paralyzed.
And the blood and opportunities lost, what a cost, affection dies.

Could encroachments dam the river of unconditional liking?
Where all affections are beyond reach, a dream behind this diking.
And for a terrible breach, dry and deaf to any beseech.
What was once lush, fraught, has scorched now to naught.
And begot, under the heat, hot, leave residual memories to rot.


The guilty, once oblivious to the offenses,
As one wanders from the Path, careless trespassing commences.
And the sinner is ambushed with the wrath,
The consequences one’s misdeeds hath.
Victim of human failing,
Sufferer of affections derailing,
At fault of Love ailing,
Apologies staling,
Now action must be taken, to allay the wrongs mistaken.

But what medicines may thoroughly cleanse,
Remedial enough to make amends?
Or is it true, that the villain will forever rue,
To pain, for which will never renew?
What ever can one do?