Tonight while reading The Peacegiver, I had a really powerful image come to mind. I’m not talented enough to write or paint this, so I’ve leaned on the power of AI to help me capture what’s been in my heart about the importance of forgiving others.
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In shadows cast by sins of old, a woman knelt, her story told,
Enshrouded in a sheet so white, beneath the burden of her plight.
From her, the darkened tar did seep, a past so heavy, wounds so deep.
Yet there, amidst her silent cries, a figure gentle, kind, and wise,
With tender hands and loving gaze, He wiped her tears in soothing ways.
The tar, like sins, began to flow, away from her, a sign to show
That grace had touched her weary soul, and love had come to make her whole.
But lo, the ones who could not see, the change within, the soul set free,
They sought the tar, her past to find, to show the world she once was blind.
In gathering the blackened stain, they hoped to prove her worth in vain.
Yet as they clutched the tar so tight, their hearts grew dark, obscured from light.
The stains of judgment, harsh and cruel, became their own unwitting tool.
For in their quest to show her shame, they bore her sins, her guilt, her blame.
A poignant lesson thus unfolds, of forgiveness and the grace it holds.
For those who cling to pasts forgiven, wear the chains of sins unshriven.
While she, now cleansed by love’s embrace, walks forward in renewed grace.
So let us learn to let go, too, of wrongs once done, of pasts askew,
And see each soul through eyes of love, as does the gentle One above.
For in forgiving, we find peace, and in letting go, our own release.
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I imagine a woman wrapped in a white sheet provided by the Savior who is kneeling front of her as He wipes tears from her eyes. Tar, accumulated from the sins committed by and against her, runs along the ground away from her as she is cleansed by the Savior’s atonement. That tar runs away from her into a pool that is discovered by those who couldn’t forgive her past. They try to collect the tar to evidence to others the imperfect life she’s lived, but in trying to carry the tar of her past life, they become soiled by the stains of failing to forgive one who has already been forgiven by Jesus Christ. He washed her of the tar of her past life and she’s a new person, but those who hold onto her past wear her sins as if they were their own.
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