Forgiveness Poem by James McLain

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,
clay walls....behind my wall, where each of us, we stand.

None will say, all will lay upon the mortars moving constant.
Time left off to time it moves each dam, within the living.
Thoughts are ever runing, moving off and distant winds
are turning back upon each life, it's breath your hand
when warm has blown upon it, does it feel, as you have felt.
And coming back around the wall at dusk, like night it settles.