full to the top
Do not be afraid,
though love changes.
We are not meant to be the same
in the morning,
after prayer,
before confession,
after midnight when the ancients pass by,
during conversations with friends holding hot chocolate,
nor even, after something old has died,
and no one can find a baby to hold…
or a prayer shawl to throw over your shoulders;
Do not be afraid
though love changes
who we are,
what we say,
how we are of service,
can we kneel to plant bulbs?
will you wait at the hospital one more day?
can you be love, while love moves through the healing in your hands?
Do not be afraid
when love is all you hear
and it is tiny, like blueberries in oatmeal;
and it is kind, like soft hugs from friends,
ordinary
fragile
weak
different
– versions of holding sacred ground,
for
hurts,
and tales
for the healing of shame,
the woe of
the betrayals,
Do not be afraid
for lovers come in many forms
and some are there to surprise us…
and some are there to guide us…
but most
are
there
to
open
us
to births we have not seen…
Beauty,
Rev. Donna Knutson
and now…
I eat the freshness of the strawberries
rose red and bursting with sweet
I give the heart of Mexican red jasper to the song of healing hands
smooth as oil on my skin
I release the pain which held such diabolical court within my body
ending years of tyranny held in my muscles
I drink long of the source of life
I thank long for the gifts lavished upon me
I praise long for the uncomfortable roads taken to reach this summit
I walk in wonder and astonishment at the beauty and goodness
always beauty and goodness everywhere
it is enough
I laugh and rest and love and play
it is enough
Amen
🙏🏻
Amy Lloyd
Dolphin photos found on Ana Lisa DeJong’s facebook post 🌊😘
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