The Weight Of Grace Poem by Ronni ManoaHofbauer

In shadows of hurt where pain resides,
Where broken trust like mist abides,
There lies a path, though hard to see,
Through darkness to serenity.

Forgiveness weighs like mountain stone,
A burden carried all alone,
Yet holding on to yesterday
Weighs heavier with each passing day.

The heart bleeds slow with memories kept,
Of bitter tears in silence wept,
While anger burns with fierce desire
To keep alive revenge's fire.

But grace, like morning's gentle light,
Breaks softly through the walls of night,
Teaching souls this ancient art:
Freedom lives in an open heart.

To let go is to learn to fly,
Release the hurt, release the 'why, '
For chains that bind are often made
Of grievances too long delayed.

Forgiveness is not to forget,
Nor say the sun has never set,
But rather choose to break the chain
That binds our now to yesterday's pain.

In letting go, we find release,
In understanding, there is peace,
For mercy shown in spite of wrong
Makes wounded spirits brave and strong.

The greatest power we possess
Lives in our choice to heal and bless,
To rise above what caused our fall
And answer hurt with grace's call.

For in forgiving, we set free
Not just the other - but also me.