The Path Of Forgiveness Poem by Mary Nagy

As I creep down the path of forgiveness
and I search for my own lonely heart,
I yearn for the feel of completion.
I must finish what God made me start.

I can see in the distant horizon
there resembles someone I once knew.
Do I have the strength needed to reach her?
If I don't can I get it from you?

Will you help clear my path as I'm trudging
down that frightfully winding old road?
Can I lean on your arm for my safety
even though you can't carry my load?

This old path is alive in my memory.
It knew I'd return on this day.
I am listening to my own heartbeat
while the unknown is leading the way.

My legs have been turned into jelly.
I see myself walking along.
I wonder if I should be back here.
For some reason this feels very wrong.