Revival
The colors in my life
have faded
I long for the cloak
that was my words,
the healing, like honey
that coated my wounds
I am lost in the darkness,
reaching
for surrender,
the blackness, an iris
to shut out the light
In the silence, a glimmer
peeks through the trees
A star of forgiveness
sparks in the distance
Revival, for me,
is sweeter than blood:
it is air mixed with energy,
a promise of healing
I relax in acceptance,
and seep
into love