Where is the love that sacred part,
Of all I see and do each day,
If I cannot forgive in heart,
Each malady my mind replay?
Distortions of the mind we knew,
Forgot the love and harmony,
Took shelter with the prison crew,
Our rage could hold no poetry.
What would support soul melody,
The close of blame and mulch the hate,
Would cordial intentions be,
Enlarged with mental concentrate?
Repeat the dream, no sauerkraut?
Or harmonize and mend the drought?
Forgiveness of all others, no matter how much they have hurt us. To release each and every one of the perceptions of injury we carry, and unfortunately repeat mentally over and over, like a blocked Chakra disc is what most of us here are underway with already, and is a most honourable task. Thank you for the service to us all.
Thank you.