Forgiving Betrayal

When I spoke absolution, mercy upon another, when absolving her of errors. My soul was weightless, ascending through the air, a peace within me. The path leading me here was not without toils, or bleak descensions. Yet this jubilee I have gained emitted a rapturous glow through my fleece. My soul's corpse once more began its meter; flitting to a lost rhythm of life. Woke to a world with colors brushed by a pallet forged of the hearts benevolence.