Monday, August 1, 2011


He told me I could be free.
He told me that he cared, that he saw my hurt and wounds. 
He was not frightened by my bark.
He's been bitten before. 
He said that my desires are right and good,
 that I could be fulfilled.
But first, the third part of forgiveness,
 the hardest part, needs to be done. 
He asked if I wanted to be healed.  I said, "Yes."
Then I stood in the rain.