In the quiet corners of the heart,
Where shadows linger, pain imparts,
There lies a seed of tender grace,
To mend the wounds, to find a place.

Through whispered winds of time’s embrace,
We learn to let go, to find our pace,
Forgiveness blooms in silent night,
A beacon in the darkest light.

It’s in the softness of a touch,
In words unspoken, meaning much,
A gentle art, a healing balm,
To soothe the soul, to bring it calm.

So, take this gift, this gentle plea,
To set the spirit soaring free,
For in forgiveness, we all find,
A peace that lingers in the mind.