Deep in the night, where shadows prowl.
An apology-filled heart starts to cry.
It carries a weight inside its chamber.
A story filled with regret and many tears.
It longs to treat the injuries it has brought on. Its spirit paused, searching for salvation.
Every beat's refrain echoes with regret, seeking comfort and relief from its suffering.
It once performed a joyful dance. A clean, unadulterated love canvas.
But pride and foolishness misled it. In the complex network of destructive play.
Oh, delicate heart, sighing heavily, "Why did you allow compassion to perish?" You wish to fix and heal the shifts in a world of broken relationships and rifts.
The moon, a contemplative observer, Its soft glow acts as a guiding fuse. Your spirit receives a quiet voice from it saying, "Embrace contrition; let it make you whole."
The contrite heart is now stirring, remembering the moments it blurred. Asking for forgiveness is a spiritual art, a trip that was started on a remorseful note.
In tears that fall like morning dew, it faces the ones it hurt and slew, says those words it longs to share, and lays its penitence bare.
Sincerity lips flow out "I'm sorry," A balm for both distant and nearby healing.
However, some may mock, and some may reject. But this heart keeps going because there is so much to discover.
In the dead of night, it looks for a companion to whom it can express its regrets and the truth.
Who will listen and comprehend the suffering.
Despite the downpour, a calming touch.
"I'm sorry," resonates in the wind.
It waves through the broad area, past old trees, across the hills.
A beg for pardon and a modest posture.
Yet a contrite heart must not be let to rest. It must commit to actions and deeds.
Where it has an impact, repairing the world with sensitivity, love, and compassion.
It must break down the walls it built, find forgiveness, and be rebuilt. And when the sun begins to rise, A newfound hope lies within it.
Because an apologetic heart is powerful and uncommon, especially in periods of deep grief.
It cultivates the roots of love in young people, welcomes the truth, and learns from flaws.
So let it soar and let it heal, This apologetic heart on which we rely, for in its voyage of repentant art, it seeks redemption and a fresh start.
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Gloria Anderson
Hi, my name is Gloria. I am an innovator and passionate about living the best life I can, and this life is in Jesus Christ my Lord! I love motivating children to read, that's why I became a Teacher. Writing is my focus, for now.
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