06 Monday Dec 2021
I am
the child of a living God
the essence of a garden
I am the blood
of ten thousand tribes
made to one
I am the breath of heaven
a river rush with tears
a light denied
the limits
of the sun
I am
willing to be broken
so that I might rise again
deciding as I will
my destiny
I am not afraid
of falling
mine are wings
of love divine
I will lean into
and wait
a certain wind
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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Love this. It seems to draw on ancient truths in ways I’ve never heard. The line “I am the blood
of ten thousand tribes
made to one” resonates with me particularly.
Thank you for your kind words, my friend ❤