There is something beautiful, ethereal
about the mercy that you give.
How your soul seems to open up.
The stitches of your heart unravel at the seam of a touch.
And your hands become light again, replacing the stone that was once a part of you.
It must be the way you are capable of doing the hardest thing:
how can you love those who hate you?
I am unconditionally at your grace,
letting myself succumb to the love which I didn’t believe I had.
From you, I can be whole again,
but only if I let myself accept your infinite gifts.