They sit in their room alone against a whitewashed wall.
Blood pumping and running against the outside of broken skin.
In the fragmented disquiet, torrential sorrow flows through fleshy orifices made by an eager blade in a trembling hand.
Jesus, as you have healed your child from a mutilated spirit, so heal those who from the mutilation of spirit ravage their flesh in a perverted pursuit of redemption. You show me everyday your love, show them your love. You gave your flesh for our iniquities, let them give their iniquities to You - have mercy on weary souls and give them rest.
Let them know that though man is filled with a blackness and bile, You are filled with Light and wholeness. Thank you for your Flesh and Blood - the redemptive grace for the weary ones.
Amen.