Snow gently swaddles the earth and the sun will rise on the white clean land....
Lov fills my heart as I too become cleansed in thought, or no thought....
The cold air keeps me in the covers, breathing the hair of a little boy edging onward to become the men that roam around these walls some days.....will return today, briefly, as they are their own now and I love them the ways I can......
My period reminds me of the life giving force I am and it also reminds me of the transitions taking plqce as chapters and books measuyre me in stories ui don't even know if I can tell but can be read in the depth of my love I can give, the sadness I can feel, the silence I can substain.........
Dear lord, show me the way for I am not worthy that you should come under my roof but only say the word and my soul shall be healed....
Amen
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