Wednesday, April 22, 2015

to my heart

when tears come
let them fall
like rain washing
like truth telling.

your worry, your fears,
your pain.
this weakness we feel
in our bones

there is beauty in your vulnerability,
in your tenderness
there lies your strength.

Run, my daughter, run
fly free, fast.
your feet are ready,
strong and brave.

there is no shame
in wanting
nor despise in need.

we stand with you
with tears, with hope.
there will come redemption,
and joy... joy comes in the morning.

fly free, fast
your feet are ready
strong and brave.









1 comment:

Anya Becca said...

Love you and your beautiful kiddos so much. <3 Thanks for being so willing to share your heart!