Gray that shimmers in the brown. Feet of a crow circle my eyes. It has been a long tired road. Motherhood marks that flank my body. Stretched out, beaten up, broken hearted. Glued back together, brought back anew like beautiful dropped and fallen to pieces. Put back together with care...piece by piece and where they don't fit perfectly it is fashioned fresh with the glue that fills the voids.
The Glue, The Balm
His Love poured out Through His Word
Imprinted on my heart like love stitched into a quilt
Me Made to be...
to be beautiful
I see His mark on me forever