To the one I was back then, you did this, you didn't do that. To the one I was back then it hurt, hurt deep, hurt long. The stone that was thrown rippled the lake wide and wider. I didn't know then, how to stop those waves washing up pebbles and sticks and stones. Now I do. The one I am now is different. I am changed and changing. I am grown and growing. I am being transformed by grace. That ancient tide mark lies in a place far from me. It touches me no longer. That is forgiveness. Our human frailty transformed; a butterfly emerging and flying high.