Days of dread and nightsof fitful slumber
Searching for a right tocure the wrong,
Struggling with demons inthe melee
While gathering thestrength to carry on.
Flying boldly in the faceof logic,
Wearing claws of fearlessfowl of prey,
Hindered only by thecurse of memory,
Forgiveness finds anotherfoe to slay.
Persistent in her graceand constant vigil
She waits until the stormclouds dissipate,
Then shifting with thestealth of soundless panthers
She swiftly moves tosoothe and vanquish hate.
Thriving like the sweetmagnolia blossom
Surviving in the swelterof the sun,
Healing hate’sapocalyptic evil,
She feeds the souls ofall who carry on.
Praise to all who curryher fresh favor.
Raise a glass and sing asong or two.
The soul that bearsforgiveness on its shoulders
Cast a shadow of a heartthat’s pure and true.