The blackness pulls with a shrilling intensity.
Down you go.
Muck and murky stenches cling to your garment of hate.
Thorns of self righteousness indignation pierce your heart.
Blood drips, puddles form.
Red footprints wherever you tread.
Hands seek weapons.
Words filled with rancor pollute the air.
Where is your youthful innocence, your purity of heart?
Is that too covered with colors of bloody ash?
“No!” cries a voice from deep within.
A voice anger tries to envelop, yet its call will not be silenced.
Again and again the voice of Truth beckons,
finally becoming a continuous hum.
Then it transforms into a sweet melody
that plays in the background of the wretched blackness.
Tones of comfort blot away the crimson puddles of revenge.
The fragrance of Forgiveness touches the air.
Can you breathe it in?
Listen, feel the call.
Eyes open slowly.
Veils blow away, weapons fall useless, empty.
Tears mingle with red, turning puddles pink.
Pink becomes clear, light.
Forgiveness steps forward,
her arms open wide, warmth, Compassion, Love.
Leaning towards her you wonder,
“Why did I ever turn away?”
Suddenly, a flash becomes a lustrous glow.
There it is: Your Innocence and Purity of Heart
Never lost, ever present, reflecting back to you
as you gaze into the radiant eyes of Forgiveness.
By, Saleema Eileen
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It's so beautiful!! Its so touching!!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Dunia.
ReplyDeleteIt's really beautiful and inspirational.
ReplyDeleteIt is really hard to do if the person is constantly nasty!
Thanks so much for your comment, Shujaat.
ReplyDeleteIt is hard to let go, as long as we let nasty things disturb our peace of mind. When we feel hurt or victimized, forgiveness doesn't come easily. But, when we realize that nastiness can't really touch us, then forgiveness feels a whole lot closer and easier to access.
Saleema, it's deep, with a sence of critical thinking, and thought provoking. Truly you are a poet in my eyes. Keep on writing girl, you have something special.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Susan.
ReplyDeleteHi Saleema, your poem is inspirational, sensitive, and echoes my fervent belief that we should regard those who cause conflict and pain with compassion and love, for evil and darkness cannot enter the light.
ReplyDeleteJackie ( Judi's cousin)
Well said, Jackie! Thanks.
ReplyDeleteNegative feelings are like a sliver of wood underneath the fingernail. They irritate you and frustrate you. If we all did as we would be done by, the world would indeed be a better place. Thank you, Saleema, for these beautiful words.
ReplyDeleteTanja
You are very welcome, Tanja.
ReplyDelete"Wood underneath the fingernail" that IS a good metaphor... it really fits! :-)