Forgiveness is Love

On my hands had bloomed Dreams and illusions And perhaps I was naive As my heart couldn’t imagine The one betraying With the coins in the hands With my pockets with holes My smile, my truth! And I thought I could not forgive And upon the cross and serenity Oh Lord! I sometimes wanted to forget But to slash from my chest A Life so hurt The sour ivy The doubt to trust It was not easy! It was agonizing! But it's the truth I could not go on without forgiving And facing the saddest experience Oh Lord! I forgave. And seeing the tears of repentance That pain in the wind was gone! Forgiveness is love. Poetry & oil painting by Piccola Dowling *********** Translated from Spanish De mis manos solo florecían Sueños, ilusiones Y tal vez ingenuidad Como podía mi corazón imaginar Aquel ser traicionando Con las monedas en sus manos Mis bolsillos con huecos Mi sonrisa, mi verdad Todo me decía que no podría perdonar Y frente a la cruz y su paciencia Oh Señor! Yo a veces quise olvidar Pero arrancarme del pecho La vida tan herida La hiedra venenosa La desconfianza en el confiar No fue fácil! Fue doloroso! Pero es cierto No podía seguir sin perdonar Y frente a la más dura experiencia Perdone. Oh Señor! Y al ver las lagrimas de arrepentimiento Aquel dolor se perdió con el viento Perdonar es Amar. Poema y Pintura en oleos por Piccola Dowling

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