They were in court, one with orange clothes, and one in a black suit. It was the man in the suits turn to stand and state his case. “Mr. Smith, you may speak,” the judge announced. He stood up from his seat and observed the room. He took a deep breath and began his sentence. “You have murdered my son, with no mercy whatsoever. Most people would give you no mercy in return,” he sealed his eyes shut and turned his head away for a moment to hide his tears. “But I know, that my son and God would want me to…forgive you of your wrong doings. Even though I might never see my son again, I have no idea what you’re going through, that would drive you to do this. You might not deserve forgiveness, but I’m going to give it to you because it is what the Lord has done for me everyday, and for you, right now,” the man sat down after stating his case. The man in the orange clothes began to rise with tears from his eyes. “Thank you for your forgiveness. I don’t deserve it yet you gave it to me anyways. It takes a man of faith and love to do what you just did. I wish I could take back my actions but I can’t and I am so sorry for everything,” the emotions had come to him. His face became wet from his tears and his hands high up. “If it is all right with you, may I have a hug? Please, you have changed my life and without you I have no idea how much I would have been lost.” The man with the black suit no longer could contain his tears and let them pour. He troddded down towards the killer, not in fear but in love. They hugged each other with compassion. The forgiveness was not deserved by either of them and especially not for the one with the terrible deeds, yet it was given anyways. No matter what anyone does to you, the forgiveness can change a persons life for the better. “Thank you so much Mr. Smith,” the man responded. “I was expecting to go to jail for years with guilt, but you have taught me one of life’s most important lessons, which is to forgive no matter what.”

I hope you forgive me one day i really hope you do That you dont hate me dont want to kill me That we can still be friends Please forgive me I didn’t mean to it was to soon Please forgive me

Crushed into dust with the heel of my hand And swallowed to the pit of my gut I will not rid myself of the memory But I will not keep it on the tip of my tongue To taint my words with vengeance.

I thought with his death that forgiveness would come that I’d somehow forget all the things he had done.

I thought with his silence that I’d find peace at last that I could somehow move on and leave the past in the past.

I thought with him gone that I could forget all he said that I could block his voice from clouding my head.

But I sit here today still tortured by the man that he was, still devastated and broken from his lack of love.

I wake up each day and can still hear his voice as he ridicules and tells me I always make the wrong choice.

I walk with his ghost weighing me down as I live, incapable of mourning and unwilling to forgive.

Maybe if he said he was sorry It would have set me free, But apologies that went unspoken Left me a prisoner of his memory.

And, so, forgiveness eludes me…

What is forgiveness? An act of love, Love for yourself, Love for humanity!

What is forgiveness? Knowing we all mess up, No one is perfect, Being good to yourself!

We forgive for ourselves, Not for the other person, It takes too much work, To hold on to anger.

Anger is like a rock, That gets bigger everyday, It weighs down on our bodies, It doesn’t make sense.

We may never get an apology, Forgive anyway, We never have to see the person, But we can let go of the burden.

What is forgiveness? An act of pure love, A cleanser for our soul, A connection to God.

Forgiveness has always been something I had trouble with. I am one to hold grudges. I am one to remember that one thing someone did years back. I am one to attempt to forgive but still have feelings of resentment at times. I am also one that knows Forgiveness is needed. I am learning to forgive and learn my own weaknesses throughout this journey.

sorry dosnt mean nothing coming from you from anyone else it would mean something you’ve used it to many times sorry isnt enough for some crimes I’ve never even heard you say the truth flute your lyings getting really rude sorry is just a word now I’ve had enough so goodbye ciao this is the end my sorry friend

Forgiveness, Can you imagine ? It will happen to you. It is the last breath that the old soul needs to blow . . . if they don't know how to do it yet. I had the privilege to be a part of three funerals. I can tell you this, if it is an open cremation, you will be surrounded by people who are in some way familiar with the ashes of the person who you are choosing to forgive -- relatives, friends, family members. They are going to walk around and talk to you for weeks and months after you choose to forgive. Yes, sometimes people will hate you for it, but that's life. It is true forgiveness, it is real and it must be accepted. So what is my advice? "It is not a question of forgiving. It is about getting over it. It is the beginning of real recovery. Your brain needs to get over it and get back into a real place."

Regret blackens each word, revealing true sin, A path to forgiveness, hiding deep within Guilt can pull tears from the eye of a living soldier, Forgiveness after sorry, can, in shards, bring closure

Words laced with emotion, cure to most guilt Words fix a crooked smile,not something spilled Forgiving is so much torture, forgiving is a saviour Forgiving once is plenty,more so, much crazier

A mistake can be forgotten, a hurt will always stay, They say that love is blind, until you start to stray Forgave a tortured soul once, hurt began so quick A choice now before you, genuine or just a trick