You forgive me, Lord, and with this I am washed clean. No more must I relive my wrongs nor dwell on my shortcomings.
When I forgive my brother and sister, let the hurt be forgotten. Your grace is perfect; if I pass it on then I must love even my enemy.
These paths of relationship are choked with weeds, Lord. Ease our passage and remake our bonds. Let us forgive and love one another.
(Letter #1,995)
