yes, the scars still show
remnants of brutal crushing of ideals
of faith that words reflected the heart of its utterers
years past and present
collide in a sea of well-meaning, yet shattered promises
brushing over a willing servant for flashier, needier souls
but the call must be solitary
before it can ever be for all... corporately
to lead, one must act in the middle of a sea of rejection
to forgive... the path of freedom
to create what was lacking before
making space for those who want just what you could not find
the ever-present wounds are watered
by the few who at core remain true
who dream big but take the small steps we frail humans must take
together
to reach a land bigger than we can realize alone
Currently Listening to:The Milk-Eyed Mender - By Joanna Newsom
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Very beautiful, Gin. It makes me fold you up in my arms and kiss your forehead and then all your wounds. I'm proud of your will to push through the pain and seek healing through forgiveness. I see the hope in your words.
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