A letter of forgiveness awaited, yet never needed

         Astonishing to new levels is the raging emotional
tears. So saddened by the amount of forgiveness that can
be given.

        Some days are so tiring. Still the pressing on is the
key. The words of gentleness hugged inside a tiny hope.
So much is said but left unchartered.

         So clear is the reason I lasted so long. Always
trying, striving to find the good in the situation for
so long.

        Seems as though decades pass and nothing was
echoing not even a breath. A staleness of air choking
the person I was. Yet was it me that needed to forgive
or the one that needed forgiveness.

       In some cases the opportunity is gone. I cannot
turn back time much less travel through space. So
gingerly the reminder is of those I have forgiven.

       Even the gravest of moments. Yes I hurt. Yes I
cried but I knew I must lovingly forget otherwise
I, too, would be stuck.

        So here there are those who I cannot return the
kindness because the past is left behind. For those
I did graciously let go of, thank you for still being by
my side. My companions in this grand family.

       Oh how the weight inside the heart is lifted. The mind
gleams in joyous melodies as a smile peeks through all
this rain. A small glimmer of hope awaiting one last
confirmation that all has been put, thrown away.

     So dear friend, I am grateful I forgave from day
one. Hard as it may have been I am so grateful Jehovah
saw that our friendship remained. Slowly growing
ever stronger until now we are siblings.

    Is that not the most precious of gifts a human could
ever give?