Advance.

Your love washes over me in waves.  Despite my losses I can be brave knowing I am kept as your daughter, for even when I slept  you thought I mattered. I was not created  by scientific chance I was divinely placed— planned in advance. Photo: Pinterest

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Grandma’s Hands.

Just as trees and flowers grow  on soft supple earth, grandma’s womb birthed entire generations.  A lineage that stretches across her spine, to engraved itself at the bottom of her feet.  Like vines, the veins on  her hands told a story, and with them,  she created history. Yet she still lives.  She lives in the…

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Care-takers.

White turtle doves across electric wires underneath the earth cracks and conspires to make sense of how stainless creatures  can roam unaffected  whilst the world  burns and forests are neglected, when will we think  of creatures other  that ourselves? when did we become  less than earth’s caretakers? I pray for those that lack empathy. I…

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His.

White flowers speckle across tall grass seeds that blossomed into something beautiful.   We are becoming the people we need to be ever so slightly evolving– transforming completely.   How wonderful it is to grow into yourself, to become a child of His and to accept thyself.   I wish this type of joy upon…

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