When
The violin
Can forgive the past
It starts singing.
When the violin can stop worrying
About the future
You will become
Such a drunk laughing nuisance
That God will then lean down
And start combing you into
His Hair.
When the violin can forgive
Every wound caused by
Others
The heart starts
Singing.
Poetry by Hafiz
Photo source: Setting the Stage by Chad Weeks (pencil drawing)