His Lily of Love

His hand slipped inside hers and suddenly it was as if the world learned how to breathe again Perhaps it was the cadence of the blessed moon sweeping away all the harsh lights of yesterday Perhaps it was the way his eyes slanted sideways as if to say, "there you are" Anointing her wounds with Spikenard moments of Grace, the room lit up like a roman candle burning bright and fervent; His Sacred Heart revered her shattered soul and she turned into His Lily of love, weaved by gold threads that were spun from Angels above. There, bathed in the Holiest of Silence she became whole again Walking towards Him unafraid, barefoot and wholesome, as the day she was conceived.