We
the walking wounded
are among you.
Our abused hearts limping along
undetected by those around us.
Burdened by the weight of hate
held for those who hurt us.
Toiling under this awful,
lonely pain,
we occasionally meet a healer
a mentor
a friend
who shows us that the hate we carry
is more harmful to the hater
than the hated
and that forgiving is not
forgetting.
The scarred heart can beat freer
having dropped the useless load
making rest restful
and life easier.
Do they know the value of
the gift they give? |
