Pride & Forgiveness

by Julette

Forgiveness by John Greenleaf Whittier

My heart was heavy, for its trust had been
Abused, its kindness answered with foul wrong;
So, turning gloomily from my fellow-men,
One summer Sabbath day I strolled among
The green mounds of the village burial-place;
Where, pondering how all human love and hate
Find one sad level; and how, soon or late,
Wronged and wrongdoer, each with meekened face,
And cold hands folded over a still heart,
Pass the green threshold of our common grave,
Whither all footsteps tend, whence none depart,
Awed for myself, and pitying my race,
Our common sorrow, like a mighty wave,
Swept all my pride away, and trembling I forgave!

When you consider how many hearts die cold and go to their graves at war, it gives serious cause for pause.  [Think PRIDE]

Then when you consider how little control  – as in NONE, basically – we have over our departure from this plane, the alarm bell should go off in our heads and hearts…  [Think HUMILITY]

What are you holding on to that needs to be released so you can live at peace?  [Think FREEDOM]

Be still, invite Love/God into your heart and watch it melt away.


Wishing you an abundance of peace, joy and love,

Julette Millien


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