where victims become victors

This is the chair
That once resided in a dungeon
That met a mercy like sandpaper
That was redeemed beyond recognition.

This is the table
Which nobody had thought to wash
Which stood tireless and silent
Which has felt the weight of glory.

This is the window
But its smudgy pane was a source of distress
But its splintery frame prevented close vision
But it has seen a beauty deeper than all else.

This is the atrium
With a ceiling higher than every tree
With the dust of former days swept away
With purest light flooding every corner.

This is the palace
Where laughter is the air we breathe
Where all the beloved are wondrously weak
Where the victims become victors.

//wake up. you're alive. we're on your side.//

For salvation is nearer to us now than when we first believed.

Romans 13:11