Can you do me a favor?
She is stumbling in her pursue of grace,
Hunting patience, with avengeance.
She stands out looking
How can we bring a better world around of forgiveness and love, if we cannot even forgive ourselves or hold grudges to those who have wronged us? If God himself forgave us long back, who are we to hold onto guilt and hurts? But then, is forgiving enough?
For I believe we all are One and we are somehow a part of every stranger’s life too. So why not wish for every individual?
May be, forgetting is the proof that
the room of faith, hope and magic is powerful enough to let a miracle happen.
May be the torn pages were just pages