I know forgiveness, though do not crave
For I know it’s not deserved.
For wages given for the cost
of deeds and words and thought
is price that’s due and fair.
Each costly syllable, falls harsh from lips
like coins into the street.
And spills away in torrents fierce
that swirl and sweep all clean.
And grace bestowed from tender heart
Gave freely without ask
Calls to forget and paths to take
From shadows into light
Yet self forgiving costs far more
And often twice requested
Or more until the debt repaid
And empty then moves on