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)

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