Wounds in His Palms
In stillness rests the scars of grace,
Illuminated by whispers of time.
A testimony etched in silence's embrace,
Symbol of sacrifice, profound and prime.
Each wound speaks softly of suffering borne,
Boundless love poured out, weary yet warm.
History stirs in every breath drawn,
As the heart recognizes the sacred swarm.
Eyes gaze upon the marks of His pain,
Emotions surge like waves against the shore.
Calls to healing rise amidst the strain,
From His wounds, redemption forevermore.
Light emerges, breaking through the night,
As shadows flee before love’s gentle sight.
© adhirshta ratna