Honey Drop 21: The Bruise and the Balm

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Scenarissima (scene supreme)

But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities: the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. (Isaiah 53:5)

Trauma accepted

He did not hide the bruise. 
He bore it. 
Not to shame the body, 
but to show the cost of peace.

The balm did not come in haste. 
It came in Him. 
Not to erase the wound, 
but to dwell within it.

There is a doctor on scene

Healing is not always sudden. 
Sometimes it is slow, 
like mercy moving through muscle, 
like grace growing in grief.

The drop

By His wound we are healed
not just in story,
but in soul.
The bruise remains, 
but the balm sings.