I learned
to use all that
had once seemed
unwanted and painful
in my experiences
and inner heart.
I found there was
tenderness
and connection
and meaning
hidden as treasures
to be found.
And so I vowed
to hold
and honor
and set down
all of it —
until I could
hear my own quiet prayers
more clearly.
It wasn’t always
comfortable.
But it was always
tender.
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Boy you got that part right. It isn’t always comfortable. This is good! β€
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Rough day. I needed this little poem today. So funny I wrote it to myself yesterdayππππ
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