FORGIVING BROTHER

It is well with my soul.
Not with my heart, but my soul.
You spent an eternity causing me grief
Crushing my joy, no matter how brief
Laughing when I was scared stiff
Unearthing all my beliefs
Yet I say
It is well with my soul

It is well with my soul
Though I may want to scream and scowl
Though I may wish to wail and bawl
I find peace in that empty howl
Then I say
It is well with my soul

I may not grab your throat
And wring the life out of you
Nor whet my knife, to thrust at you.
I may not relish in your pain
Nor look at you in disdain
As I believe you know,
It is well with my soul.

What you did is all in the past
The die is now cast
The end is not the worst
The best, is not my first
But brother
It is well with my soul.

I may not frown when you’re around
Or fold my hands and pout
I do not wish you die of gout
And sigh with relief when you’re out
But notice I do not laugh with you
I do not eat from the same pot,
Nor drink from the same cup
We do not dance on the same mat,
Nor sit in the same hut
We do not slap each other on the back,
Nor walk on the same path,
You will always find my door shut.
Though brother
It is well with my soul
 

©davyvivaldi2012