Forgiveness comes in the shape of the one
who must receive the sacred scented balm
which will ensure that nothing’s left undone.
We hold each other’s lives within our palm.
Balanced on our hand is absolution
which conscience craves in those who need release.
Transgression is a fatal intrusion;
a wound upon a soul in need of peace.
Yet, in order for forgiveness to be done
objectively as well as in the heart
contrition must its humble course soon run
if pardon mixed with mercy is to start.
The hard but easy way for us to live:
To see remorseful eyes and then forgive.
© 2011, Alan Morrison