Saturday, December 3, 2011

Sins and Forgiveness

A certain summer's morning,
a little flower foolishly flew
a little away from the tree
not knowing mistakes came with a fee.

It flew with no direction
only to find sunken void spaces
only tempest winds and sullen seas
all full with empty thoughts where life ceased to be.

It came back a little later
back to the all encompassing tree
hoping to find the same warm groove
where it could cuddle safe and finally be free.

Alas there was no groove no love
it was received like an untrusted dream
only to find its place was now fully taken
by thorns called resentment and animosity.

The tree had judged and shrugged,
and welcomed to the groove thorns anew
There was forgiveness there for all..
for all - except for the flower that flew.
'Tis the most tender part of love, each other to forgive.


Anonymous said...

I could relate a lot of my life experiences to this poem! But sad ending :( With a happy moral? :P

Anonymous said...

Is there forgiveness for haste? :)

Esther Robinson said...

Is there forgiveness for haste? :)