51 Forgiveness - Poem by Saiom Shriver
If you do now your heart unlock I promise in the future
I will knock
As a sword has the illusion it slices the sun's beams
so do the unforgiving have the illusion they have been harmed.
Melt away now Valjean's pursuers,
who had chased him through Parisian sewers
Two branches of the same river of God approach
a cliff. Rocks cause the foes each other diametrically to oppose. As they roar over its side, unhurt they emerge as one,
some drops rising as mist to bless riparian trees.
I will kn ock.. is to Todd J
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