Inspiration: I attended a session and one of the reflections was on water. In the reflection, it said that there are times when water does not seem to have character at all, but it follows its container. And then I realized that with God, I have to be like water in His hands. But somehow, I realized that part of my heart was iced, and all those ice particles prevent me from following my God.
This poem started as a reflection on one of the Stations of the Cross - the 10th Station: Jesus is Stripped of his garments. I can only imagine the pain of having the dried cloth ripped off his body. As I went through the retreat, I realized that I was going through the same ripping of the cloth. I bandaged my wounds with dirty cloth in my hurry to get healed. But they didn't heal. I had to go through the painful stripping, to revisit old wounds, so that the healing bandage can be used. Only the bandage of his love can heal my wounds.