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.
I agree with Esther, and hope you find what you seek...and forgivness begins with ourselves...I always seem to be able to forgive others more easily than myself..so, well done, Mary...you really do get bettter and better all the time...
Forgiveness is a journey worth taking, always. Thanks for this, Mary. A very good poem. Esther : ]
Love the metaphor of the entire poem. Very powerful. I'm sure many a person has found themselves strutting down that sort of path more than once in a lifetime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely and delightful read Mary. The flow is terrific and I so enjoyed reading it. Love Ernestine XXX