Cleansed

I see you.

I feel you.

Working so hard to erase.

Working so hard to clean up the blood.

Rubbing and rubbing, yet the more you rub the more the blood flows.

For it was a delicate thing.

It was meant to protect and support.

It was intricately made.

Made by hand, intricately woven together, with much time and effort.

A precious thing.

A sentimental thing.

A covering.

An enhancement.

Something designed to support that which was precious.

A means to display that which was so precious.

Yet in the place of brokenness.

In the place of the broken.

The blood flows.

Try as you might.

Try with all your might, the blood flows.

Like a fountain it overflows.

Flooding the table.

Like a bleeding wound.

Like a punctured artery.

A shower of blood.

Like a murder scene.

A place where your life was threatened.

A place of displacement.

A place of the cover up.

A place of torment.

A place of sobbing.

A place of despair.

Yet I have drawn the line.

Yet I have placed in this place a dividing line.

On the one side much blood.

On the other a fountain of blessing.

It oozes forth.

It rises up.

It is an uprising.

Flowing upwards.

It is my oil of joy.

In the place of the bloody mess, my joy is rising.

With little impact at first.

Yet it permeates that which surrounds it.

It seeps in.

It takes hold.

It invades.

It pervades.

It trickles over the edge.

It flows over the division.

It breaches the breach.

It flows over the gap.

Through osmosis.

It seeps through.

Like a tree it flows, it grows, it repairs, it restores, it flows over, it heals like a soothing balm.

For the blood dissolves, is dissolved by the oil of joy.

New clarity is coming.

Lose all their guilty stains.

I pronounce an absolution.

I absolve you of your sins.

I am cleansing you of the stains of your past.

Awash with my goodness.

Repeat after me and say “my goodness”

Isaiah 1:18-19

Come now, and let us reason together, says the Lord. Though your sins are like scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they are red like crimson, they shall be like wool.

If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land;