Let It Go

Are you kidding me?
You should have heard
What they said
It was absolutely
Unfounded
Untrue
Unkind
Un-Christian
I just had to speak
Clear the air
Distance myself
The Lord would have it so
Wouldn't He?


Forgiveness                                      
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!

John Greenleaf Whittier (1807-1892)
 
 

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