After falling

breaking

shattered shards

of humanity

are simply swept to the corner

by the ugly things people say

while smiling

snickering

in secret

words that reveal the ugliness

working within them

but not within you

for your soul remains

though surrounded by ruins

a lonely rose

flowering

in a wilderness of doubt

still

yes, the truth settles

so still

like a feather

settling upon a face of tears

as you survey your cracked horizon

you see someone running

out there beyond the wasteland

the twisted limbs

and burned out timbers

circumstances cannot change what is true

your value

as a diamond in the eyes of the King

a lover who

driven by such a divine passion

would send out his only son

a prince

willing to leave the splendors of Heaven

simply to ensure your redemption

your restoration…