I wait for the hatred to exit my mouth, on fire
yet, it's just no longer there
as the dense forest begins to regrow itself
it's nourished with forgiveness, and humility
His plan, his vision, step followed by step, on his path
My Master, guiding me, with no restraints
Just foresight, softening my heart, preparing me for the reunion
One that will not rid my body of it's scars, or decisions
but a reunion that will bring him his physical self to me
even though, his image never left