“Her sins, which are many, are forgiven—for she loved much.”
Luke 7:47

In the company of storms
She saw herself clearly;
not because the room was bright,
but because Mercy had entered it.
The mirror was not the law,
but the look in His eyes.
Not the record of wrongs,
but the recognition of love.
Warning up the frozen
She did not flinch.
She wept.
She did not flee.
She poured.
Mercy does not distort the truth.
It deepens it.
It does not excuse the past—
it embraces the person.

The drop
This is how love sees:
not less clearly,
but more kindly.
And in that kindness,
the soul remembers who it is.
