The thankfulness that spills from my heart onto the page is full of unknown descriptions.
Sounds and syllables.
No concrete words to share
But pictures and thoughts of those little moments and memories.
I feel the immense responsibility to return love to the original “Owner”…
How could I ever give back what has been given to me?
Over and over
Ingrained to the depth of my soul,
“Love thy neighbor”
“As thyself “
Don’t forget self.
Wanting desperate strength
To keep solid the hearts walls.
The enemy wants to break it open and
Pour forth the “I Can’t …”
But the power of light
Holds a force of love.
That intimate love of a Father.
Can you see how uneven the battle is?
Light and smile with just a finger
Holding off dark.
I must focus.
Even when I don’t let the light win,
When I stumble,
Falling and gasping and reaching out.
Where is the light?
Warmth spreading through the fog and clouds.
I just need to stretch forward.
Started as the inability to do.
The wordlessness stemming from
The gifts are endless as I look around.
The love of hope.
Hearts beating and eyes reaching
It all began with love.