We huddle against the odds.
Battle bruised and broken, interlocked
by purpose, cradling
each other in prayer.
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Sucking in the stale air
of depression, regurgitating
regret day after day.
Throw open windows!
You broke the seal of
our tomb of circumstances.
Resurrect the fresh fragrance
of hope planted in the sunshine of our dreams.
Filter life through the curtains of our mourning soul
and invite us to
open our eyes to Spring.
Breathe in the sweet fragrance of scripture, until
we recognize his scent on humanity.
Shallow roots of entwined
community. Disciples sturdy
with faith,
raise branches
Sunward in worship.
We need an upper room
to cloister our grief and shock
of burying the plans
we wove tightly into
you.
Trace the curves of Virtue,
She softens your soul
with her joy, and kneads
stresses away with her
attentive ear.
How tenderly she leans into your perspective,
and fills your world with fresh fragrance.
Cradle her heart
like a valuable valentine–
You are nurturing the heart of God.
Depression is a pickpocket,
Pinching souls of pluck.
Packaged patiently within pain
is the gift of possibility.
Unopened. . . or open does not change content.
Bitterness and despair torn open and discarded,
like a shiny exoskeleton no longer attractive.
My passion–hope secreted within the gift of sorrow.
Luke 10:41But the Lord answered her, “Martha, Martha, you are anxious and troubled about many things, 42but one thing is necessary.
Mind distracted by obligation,
hands and heart
splintered bitter in our scrambling to sustain
God,
who chooses to dwell with us.
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“Relate to me.
Receive my love Martha.
Sit with me and
Unwrap my presence.
I am your satisfaction, your great reward.
Need nothing more.”
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Popsicle photos
and fragrant fir
open gift wrapped grief.
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