"He who cannot forgive breaks the bridge over which he himself must pass."
~George Herbert
Linking with Poets United Wonder Wednesday #11 Bridge
It is a precarious cliff
in the middle of suffering's bitter ache.
No railing to brace the fall
nor smooth trail to truly take.
Desolation is one's comrad,
in this place of shifting ground.
Where blame wanders on all sides
and grace cannot be found.
There is only one path
that leads to a true retreat.
It is the bridge of forgiveness
that sets hurt soldiers free.
It is a precarious cliff
in the middle of suffering's bitter ache.
No railing to brace the fall
nor smooth trail to truly take.
Desolation is one's comrad,
in this place of shifting ground.
Where blame wanders on all sides
and grace cannot be found.
There is only one path
that leads to a true retreat.
It is the bridge of forgiveness
that sets hurt soldiers free.
