Forgiveness by John Greenleaf Whittier
My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
And cold hands folded over a still heart,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!
When you consider how many hearts die cold and go to their graves at war, it gives serious cause for pause. [Think PRIDE]
Then when you consider how little control – as in NONE, basically – we have over our departure from this plane, the alarm bell should go off in our heads and hearts… [Think HUMILITY]
What are you holding on to that needs to be released so you can live at peace? [Think FREEDOM]
Be still, invite Love/God into your heart and watch it melt away.
Wishing you an abundance of peace, joy and love,
