In the quiet aftermath of storm's embrace, Forgiveness blooms where shadows lay, A gentle act that mends and graces, Turning the night to a brighter day. Through hearts once burdened by past cries, A balm unseen softens the ache, Bridges built where anger flies, In peace’s tender, silent wake. When mercy guides the hand to sow, The tangled threads of pain unwind, With each forgiving step, we grow, Together, hearts and wounds combined.