just scratching the surface
bending more surrendered thoughts
that didn’t matter as much now

knees, falling on my sword
chin in my prayers

listening to
God and my children
listening to the blood

tiny footsteps
gathering at my bed

all-encompassing
surrendered -childlike
behold in better eyes

not in replacement
not needed in that time

just a pinch of glory
beyond the senes

feel it alive
melting the issues against
the mattress of the mind

dropping into stillness with God
and God’s dear children

bringing back a portion of serenity
for a tiny world so desperate and
learning how to breathe
learning how to see
learning how to let it all go
learning how it didn’t matter

scratching the just surface
latter waters and former rainfall
listening to the veins

~kindness sis. Krissy