a poem about forgiveness.
, by Monika Langguth
I chose a soul not to release
For he had caused me pain,
And yet my soul did not have peace
But wrapped itself in chain.
I have the right not to forgive
For this one did me wrong
And by my choice I, too, would live
And drag this chain along.
The chain grew longer every day
The weight I could not bear
And though I tried to pull away
The chain was always there.
Yet still I felt it was my right
To hold one in this cell
The chain around my heart grew tight
In my created hell.
Remembering the written word
Forgiveness is a choice
I thought forgive? that is absurd
But then I heard a voice.
I forgave your past . . . didn’t I?
Yes. . . all your dirty sins
If forgiveness you deny
You’ll find that no one wins.
You’ve locked a soul within a cell
A jailer you’ve become
And so you too are in your hell
For you must hold the one...
That you have chosen to refuse
To set free from his debt
And so in truth you really lose
Because you will not let...
The debtor go. . .set this soul free
Forgive this person’s debt
Unlock the cell now with your key
And freedom you will get.
That was the day I was set free
From my own selfish pride
I threw away my jailer’s key
And opened the cell wide
For who am I to hold a grudge
And not let one go free
For God alone each man will judge
And He can, too, judge me
I learned to put someone in jail
The jailer stays there too
Forgive and let love be the bail
For that soul and for you.
Forgiveness really sets one free
Someday it might be you
So jailer, throw away the key
And you will be free, too.
- Monika Langguth
© 2015, used with permission