Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Forgettable...

 
When gentle spring arises green
around us, bright and sweet as love,
she steals away our winter hate;
we don’t forgive his icy sins
against our comfort and our peace,
but in the face of emerald grace,
our souls are melted, we just forget;
so, we pray our gross transgressions,
though unforgivable, by incarnate Light,
be rendered in the heart of God
forgettable.

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