Forgiveness

It seems so long ago

That I once wallowed in despair.

The darkness churned in me,

Culling through every memory of good

And banishing it.

I became its prisoner,

Chained within my own body.

A prison of steel bars.

A prison of disgust.

But then, one day,

A visitor came upon my cell.

Not grand in appearance

Nor miraculous in size

But indeed rather small and timid.

Yet, as He walked up to the door of my mind

There was something about Him

That made me tremble at the knees.

Not in fear

But in regret.

His stare made me realize

I had indeed been my own prison guard

All these years.

Keeping myself bound in these chains

Not by force, but by choice.

It was I who imprisoned myself.

How foolish a decision, to willingly drain my life!

An act of suicide, sealed by the truth of reality.

What happened next was inconceivable,

As he broke my bonds

And carried me away.

I was no more a prisoner of my own flesh, the guard of my own jail,

But a free soul with the safety of salvation.

As we journeyed, He whispered gently,

It will be ok ,

Forgiven you shall be,

Never more again the captive of an impure being.

So unloving that He forgets you in your own core.

Forgiven, you shall be.

Tears, tears, those of which my eyes had not seen for many years,

Became my witness,

As I, for the first time ever, freed from my reformatory of sin,

Bathed in the glory of forgiveness.