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beauty, becoming, connection, destiny, faith, fearless, forgiveness, grace, life, love, old maps, passion, prison, promises, reason, resurrection, self, spirit, strength, understanding
it seems
and yet I can’t be sure
my reasons for becoming –
the ways I’ve come
in shadows
of the sun
the rocky path
above the vale –
darkness gleaned
of silence
as trust I dared
remember
to the light
lessons
in surrender
tears and time
to wonder –
who am I to listen
– who to wait
blossoms burst
from dirty hands
as hearts somewhere
to whisper –
my name aloud
in places
I am found
. . .
tornadoday 