The Awakening

Rise,

Uncurl your body and stand erect.

Dust off

the injustices

of the past

and put on forgiveness.

Let your knees extend.

Steady your wobbly legs

and plant your feet

firmly on the ground.

May they be pillars

of strength and grace.

 

Uncover your face

and remove your hands.

Let not the veil of fear and shame

shroud the lights of mercy.

 

For the time of lamentations has passed.

The season of mourning has been lifted.

Shed your garments of black.

Array yourself in ribbons of color.

 

Cast away the stones

that made your heart heavy.

Breathe in the air of joy,

let your anxieties

float away

like vapor on the wind.

 

For the time of feasting has arrived.

Come to the table

for the King has desired your restoration

and He delights in your beauty.

 

Restoration

Like an ancient masterpiece

sullied by years of neglect,

I need to be restored,

stripped to my core.

 

Images layered upon images

cover up

the real beauty

lurking beneath.

 

This coating

of oily glue

needs to be scraped away

carefully and slowly.

 

And the dark colors of time

need to be brushed away

by the vibrant colors of life.

 

The hidden shall be revealed

and the broken shall be restored.