Estatic Ekphrastic

A myriad of actions, once
acknowledgment, once
shame, now
acceptance.
Head tilted back, allowing
covenantal wisps wash o'er me.
Cleansing, blocking tongues of torment.

I stand purified, anew for an instant,
but am among the few.
Some refuse the gift, red flames
licking round their heads, wreathed in the glow
of former ills, unrepentant.
Others turn away, unwilling to forgive the past
adopting rosy hues as home.

Soothed, enlightened, I am
rescued from dark chasms gnash and roar,
trembling with anxiety, constant vile reminders.
And then your purest tones ring through,
magnanimous, leaving me relieved.