how oft the circumstance you despair
is the cause for repair
how oft the cure is right there
and you’re unaware
I’ve never seen the shore tell the ocean not to come back.
I’ve never heard the earth reject a fallen fruit.
I’ve never heard of God rejecting a broken, repentant soul.
Why then do you think your hurt is incurable, unsalvageable,
Beyond the scope of finding a nest of mending.
Who are you but like us all,
Nothing you’re bathing in doesn’t have a salt.
Art by Zewar Fadhil – The Tears of an Anguished Soul