Thursday, October 9, 2014

Soul Words {{on a sunny Thursday}}

For the often plodding, sometimes soaring journey, 
Where the heart explodes with love and lays bare in need, 

Where the body stretches limits unknown, and sleep flees never to fully return. 
For the subtle loss of all that you were only to find who you are is becoming.

Where weakness grabs strong, and the strongest place is to be desperate. 
Where love finds it's biggest ache, and then finally grasps something of Abba's care.

For the mothering. 

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