fall, cut, clean, heal.

the realisation of the exposed skin scraped raw by life.
the retreat of the acknowledgement that such wounds will fester without cleansing,
the refusal of the administering of aid that is sure to hurt, badly.
and yet,
the retention of the knowledge of the cost of that aid.

but there will be redeeming strength, and courage,
from above,
to earth,
with truth,
and then grace,
to face up to the declaration of faith, hope and love.

falling on gravel does hurt.

and some scrapes can go really deep.