~ by Vanessa Parry
Fingers clenched about black iron; I grip tight the pain I would inflict. But with one gentle tap at the door of my heart, I see my sword for what it is… shackles, to bind my own spirit.
“Forgive.” One small word encompasses the lord of all creation.
Iron dissolves, as I release my hurt. Was my brother truly bound more tightly than I by my anger? Fingers now tingling with returning life, I brush away the remnants of my bruised pride.
Arms free once more to raise in praise, I grasp my brother’s hand and together we sway to the angel’s worship song.