Do you smell the delicious fragrance of forgiveness
Emanating from my pores?
A thousand moons or more ago I awakened to the stench of bitterness,
No longer willing for another person’s actions
To imprison my soul.
I departed from that place called Poison
Where I feasted on anger, plotted revenge.
I prayed for the brokenness … both yours and mine.
I prayed for release and reconciliation.
Come closer – where nothing can stand between us.
Come closer – taste my tears of joy.
©August 11, 2014 Cynthia Langston Kirk
Based, in part, on Genesis 45:1 -15
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