Three Parts.

That which is broken, to whom was hurt,
The passing of a phase, the pain of sin,
Tortured, trampled, treated as dirt,
Bow down Ego, take a back seat now Id!
This isn't mutiny, just a take on harmony,
A choice to give, similarly received,
The very idea is, to
Forgive.

A momentary silence...

A thought arises.

Picture rich white and gold, a soft halo glow,

A spell to break moans, whines, and grumbles,

Reaction for an expression, the sound of content,

A humble utter, coated with grace,

Not necessarily louder, yet filled with power,

Release it in one breath, count to two, 

A simple,

Thank-you.

Now to empower gratitude and the wash of misgivings,

A feeling arises.

Imagine food in abundance for none to hunger,

A world with love, for the flowers.

Passion for justice, the people in full believe,

Hands in unity, united supremacy.

When all is strengthened, who then but weak?

Emotional and ideal, perceived as meek,

Truly, Hope is all we ever need.

Through this trinity,

Love! arises.