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Poem July 11, 2011 Issue

Forgiveness

Beverly Knox

Lies fell like ice-cold raindrops . . .

          I knelt

and patiently picked up the broken pieces.

          I prayed . . .

and saw—instead of broken pieces—

blossoms of forgiveness form within my

         hands

         and heart.

         —Beverly Knox

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