As one that conquers
My deepest doubt.
Grace flows in.

Mercy leads
her dear children home.

But Love is..
Love is a nation
Love is a weapon.

She bares arms
For children
Like mine.

Proving arrows
Shield and sword

Watching at the gate
Buffeting over…

Love walks on waters
She brings her children
Home.

Through radiation
Through chemo
Through heart failure

Through suicide
Through bullying
Through “the march of dimes”

And though it seems
Love is never enough

Love brings her
Dear children
Home.~your kindness sister