It’s planting time and I’m down in the dirt on my knees
so I thought I’d scatter some seeds and pour some water
on our maybe parched places
because the harsh glare of living dries us quick
and we sometimes need a little soak.
~You are mighty, even where you’re weak.
Especially where you’re weak,
those gimpy places a powerful nudge
to tag someone in who is stronger that way.
Some dreams just won’t bloom
while we’re lone-wolfing it.
You are beautiful.
It’s that unique beauty that breaks the back of the slave-making system
that demands you “be like” something else.
Go ahead and shine……there’d be a dark piece of missing sky
There are seasons when you’re hidden,
protected beneath loving wings that can make you feel
Don’t despise those quiet places; there is wisdom in dormant things.
Your Spring will come.
Some seasons aren’t mild; don’t fear the shadow
or the glare.
You’re no random bunch of molecules in motion.
You’re here by design,
(I’ve a gazillion questions, too, but I know it to be true.)
I see it in you.
A fierce beauty……..something stunning.
Just so, so good.
And you’re delighted in by a Love that sings yes and joy and belonging
over your being.
“I get thirsty people glasses of water, even if that thirsty person is just me.”
Love and lift to Leslie of Let a Joy Keep You
as my little zine zips across the miles to your hands this week.
Thanks for all the kind comments; I love this community
and your shiny way:)