there is beauty
in second chances
in stolen glances
hope waiting to be
found
'round the bend
where the sound of
hearts
that take the time
to mend
lend to us the
courage to believe
once again
to weave our wounds
of war
into transcendent
tunes that demand more
pushing us to soar
above fields of
forgiveness
child-like dreams
holding hands of
hope
leading us back to
innocence
awakening the
believer within
where possibilities
begin to bloom
and gentleness
embraces the fears we once gave in to
too soon
where tears fall a
little gentler
and moments are
just that
moments
where trust comes
naturally
and smiles warm us
unintentionally
and souls surrender
to the stillness we
can now call home
free from need
we bleed beauty,
not pain
we walk along the
shore of surety
fully knowing
none of this has
been in vain
come
it's time
to try again
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ReplyDeleteLovable indeed :D
ReplyDeleteTransformation of all things--no matter how challenging. They become the soil for new seeds to grow, yes. Lovely. I share your love of poetry: http://innerconstellation.blogspot.com/search/label/Poetry
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