I reverently believe

That the earthquake is due.

Forget your

Favorable fame and fortune

And Your Deity reputation,

Your cynical happiness

Your venom of a snake

And your grieving skies.

A people folded like a shriveled map

Forget The problems and reluctance

As a man says

I forgive you.

Bad omens and fearful thoughts

Are forgotten easily When a man speaks "I forgive you."

Mysterious shadows Like a swirling storm in the sky Are outmatched by the lakewater light

When a man speaks "I forgive you."

I could speak volumes About the power

Of having no power And the clarity of dirt under a rug.

Listen to me.

Truthfully,

I forgive you.