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
And love needs t be named and welcomed to be fully itself.
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yes words of wisdom
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