I can dance in my skirt of pettiness. I can tie the sash on my robe of bitterness. I can dodge gentle stones about to be thrown by recoiling into to a place of solitude and narrowness.
But love can undress. And love can pour humility on pride stinging piercing... and then peaceful. Love lays your head down gently on a pillow of forgiveness even as the voice holds the hiss for just a moment longer. Once again, love forces you to arrive naked, willing to try again.
Artwork - Early 2000's, colored pencil on artboard. (I think I may have shared this in the past year?? But it was fitting for today.)