...what then does forgiveness feel like...
is it rain falling gently on automobiles?
washing away the heat of the day
slipping down the windows, blurring sight of stormy skies
and what does forgiveness sound like...
birdsong in the early light?
before the wind can rush through the leaves
quiet mornings beneath old trees
alas, what does forgiveness taste like...
refreshing sip of summer's sweet tea?
nourishment to a groaning belly
comfort food on frosty winter nights...
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 1:04 AM UTC
...what then does forgiveness feel like...
is it rain falling gently on automobiles?
washing away the heat of the day
slipping down the windows, blurring sight of stormy skies
and what does forgiveness sound like...
birdsong in the early light?
before the wind can rush through the leaves
quiet mornings beneath old trees
alas, what does forgiveness taste like...
refreshing sip of summer's sweet tea?
nourishment to a groaning belly
comfort food on frosty winter nights...
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