I witnessed some things,
saw the worst in people.
It made me stop
believing in the best of them.

I was drowned with lies
that stabbed me like a knife.
A huge chunk of me died,
and a cynic I've become.

But then an angel was sent to give me His Word:
Told me to get up--
--and that everything mercurial
must go.

Yes I was left in this hurt;
left me there standing
with this casket,
and this curse

But I was also left with a seed
that has been enriching my purpose,
empowering me with the God-given strength
to forgive


-c.s.

Forgiveness
liberates
the forgiver.
Healing
never finishes
without
the offended
forviging
the offender.

Your scent is stuck in my head
Like the chorus of a pop song

If I live two decades more
How will I endure?

Eternity asleep
Enticing the allure