A. R. Smith Studios

As your tears fall over that wounded place,

May they wash away your hurt and free your heart.

May your forgiveness still the hunger of the wound

So that for the first time you can walk away from that place,

Reunited with your banished heart, now healed and freed,

And feel the clear, free air bless your new face.

― John O’Donohue

This piece is an exploration of wounds I have been pondering, healing, and forgiving.