Shake depression’s dust from
your travel beaten soul and bathe in
my pure love. Let me pour my healing fragrance
over your wounds and give you rest.
I plucked you from the orphanage
of death and clothed you in the rich threads
of royalty. Everything I have is yours– I withhold
nothing of myself from you.
I have worn your dust, and know your
sin beaten sorrow. I lift your downcast face, to see the
crowning glory of my new day
reflected in the creation of you.