I have not yet reached the shore where there is no hatred,
the clouds of unjust struggles have not yet passed.
The scars of wounds endured have not yet closed,
warm trust in man lies totally dead.
From the springs of forgetting I have not drunk wisdom,
weary memories still poison me.
From the glades of forgiveness I am still distant,
from the sanctuary of refuge I am a great way separated.
Lord, bring me the clear dawn of other days
may all painful shadows depart from me.
Let me look with tender emotion on the scars of my wounds,
and with meek goodness upon the faces of my enemies.
Bring me the dawn whilst the way is long,
but do not hinder my striving until I reach the shore.
Traian Dorz, 1914 – 1989, Romanian poet, persecuted under communism
And whenever you stand praying, forgive,
if you have anything against anyone,
so that your Father also who is in heaven may forgive you your trespasses.