Forgiveness

Forgiveness I walked through double doors into this strange temple. a figure stood waiting still, calm and gentle. In the middle, I sat down, there he knelt in silence, staring beyond his white gown, still, hushed and patient. He saw into my heart, blood spilled from my wounds. He raised his hands apart. Bursting from their cocoons the grief and pain I dealt with becomes something worthwhile. That’s when I learnt to forgive, butterflies released my denial I stepped into my church like many sundays before, somehow today's different opening all my doors. mixed colourful skies soaking auras of love, I saw many butterflies fluttering high above.