Harsh echoes falling down,
Rage melting with Love's gentle kiss.
Curtains of tremulous sorrow parting
Revealing wings of forgiveness,
Draped in a sea of silver threads.

Wounds that ask for healing,
For things Time won't forget.
Hearts longing for reconciliation,
While Love still holds strong,
Despite the turbulence.

The fragile heart of Trust still beating,
Though a potentially fatal blow it received.
The wounded one still reeling,
From the hurt deception has conceived.

The guilty one accepts the blame,
But fiery penance cannot redeem.
Explanations are insufficient,
And found difficult to believe.

The guilty kneels before the wounded,
In admittance of what has been done,
Leaning only upon grace and mercy,
Forgiveness cannot be earned or won.

The wings of the wounded wrap around the guilty,
With their spreading, healing is released.
Restoring Love's sure foundation,
And bringing death to grief.