To forgive is to be forgiven

Your sacrifice of self

is not unnoticed.

It is good for you

And glory unto God.

I sighed, wept and wailed

Prostrate,

He lifted my head onto His lap

And stroked my hair.

He looked into my eyes

Compassion, sorrow and love

I broke before my King

Laid vulnerable, unwhole dove.

He wiped away my tears

And once I had let go,

Told me, peace attached,

"It is well with your soul."

He had taken out of me

my spirit, golden glow,

I saw the canyon wide

a crevice in my soul,

Gaping, ugly wound

No fixing on my own,

He placed a hand within

And restored my soul.

Nature, health and soil

filled the canyon whole.

Restoration sweet

He healed my very soul.

-Rachel Hayley Swanepoel