Love Lifted Me
 

F o r g i v e n e s s . . .
 

          . . . Love upon an open wound of regret,
 

            A broken stem still holding up a rose,

Fabric, frayed around the edges, yet still a covering garment,

            Monuments to pain, dashed against stones of forgetfulness.

            Lips that blow a kiss to bitter winds.

            The tear upon my cheek, wept not for me. . .

            A canceled debt, its payment deemed undue.
 

Scarlet sins buried far beneath snow-fallen grace.
 

                           Anne Bryant-Hamon
                             (c)1998