The Key Is Called Forgiving Poem by Cynthia Buhain-baello

Have you ever met Perfection?
I think I missed him when he came.
I chanced upon that vague Confusion
He was with Doubt and sour Blame.

They can be tolerated well,
Less heavy than that cutting Anger-
He was quite draining, I can tell
With Bitterness as his brother.

On my journey met the Hurts
They grouped with pals Depression
And constant Disappointments birth
Darkness in one's heart condition.

Still Perfection was in hiding
My search was met with much Reflection
I found the key is called Forgiving-
And I opened the door, hello Perfection!

Copyright~~~`Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~07.03.13

'Love you enemies and pray for those who persecute you,
that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes His
sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the
righteous and the unrighteous.' Matthew 5: 44-45

'Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.'
Matthew 5: 48