Forgive
And what is it to forgive
To see another’s wounds as your own
To love and know your own hurt
To appreciate it as the past
The deepening, the quickening pulse
Of life’s precious gifts
These emotional expanses
Creating our brilliant landscape portraits hidden within
I know I can’t carry your hurt
That is yours alone to carry
Your portraits
On your walls
However, I can carry You
With kindness in my heart
With knowing of my own brilliant landscapes
The shape and texture of my own hurts
Loved into Art, into acceptance, into me, and into God