Forgive: When a person decides to satisfy their lust using a child’s body, their actions are not forgivable.
Yet I forgave. Forgiveness for me meant unclenching the clawed, hairy fist of the beast from my heart, squeezing it so tight I could hardly breathe or function. Rage, hate and anxiety ruled my life.
It took years to release the grip of each finger, blood flowing smoother until each sticky claw was off; the beast slipping back into the murky black depths of the scum topped lake he had come from.
My precious heart free, gently pumping clean blood to all the extremities, pure, clear and at peace.
The beast might still be a beast, it doesn’t matter. But it’s not my beast taking away life.
When I feel my heart grasped by hate or anger and piling up resentments, I ask for help, god, please help me to forgive. It’s time to forgive and let it go. And I need help with this time and again. Living in the moment helps. Asking for help from that special source within and from the universe, (god) helps. It works. Maybe because I am true at heart. When I ask, I mean it. If I don’t mean it, then I ask for the will to want to forgive.
It’s not that crimes, hurts and slights are alright, it’s that holding on to them is not.