Forgiveness - Maria Popova


 May the tide
never tire of its tender toil
how over and over
it forgives the moon
the daily exile
and returns to turn
mountains into sand
as if to say,
You too can have
this homecoming
you too possess
this elemental power
of turning
the stone in the heart
into golden dust

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