Crevices

In the deepest caverns, where pain resides,

Hiding in crevices that we all provide.

The festering pustules of anger and rage

Grow in emotions from age to age.

They rot the host from the inside out,

While stealing all reason and planting doubt.

Endless sorrow; all hope is lost

To mindless circles of merciless thought.

Then tenderness enters that desolate place,

Fierce love that consumes and conquers all hate.

A ray of light in the darkness is seen,

And hope is born — the crevice made clean.

Jesus the Savior’s powerful blood

Cleanses the crevice’s remnants of pus.

Healing administered, new life is now seen

Through renewal and victory by Jesus Our King.

By Charissa Cruz

10/26/2020