receiving.

You shed light on the random in which

I find my meaning; what else is there

besides eating it all up as it comes at me.

You broke through the thick routine in which

I find my safety; who would expect the delight of

change; drifting above time’s continuity.

You spoke healing over the wounds of my

mistakes; in the absence of judgment I stumbled

into forgiveness; willing to drown in the fresh waters.