You healed me with your divine touches
Planted roses in my wounds
Gently connected my scars like stars constellations
And I became a little universe of high highs and low lows ; where beauty and pain felt safe to be together again .
A glow in a cold night fought the fabric forming the shroud of Turin; and I saw you.
They claim you're not visible
And that it's a matter of perspective
But your facial features were defined
Although witnessing them demanded for the whole pictures to turn Negative .
I find it consequential actually
From positive to negative...we recognized
From vitality to death to vitality...we've been revived.
The massiveness of your sacrifice is argumentative .
How such a painful evidence counts as positive
If you've suffered and bled as your tears baptized the garden of agony
And the only answer was that my sins had to be paid By you choosing to give me worth in a way so superlative .
Thank you.
~A Y L A