Healing Identity
Snapshots of the Journey -- In verse and visual
Cactus, 12×9 inches, oil pastel on paper
With prayer books and tea
I sit, listening to His
Heartbeat between breaths.
.
Who am I, really?
Tongues and dreams, visions and paint
Held in Kingdom service –
.
Or a lost daughter
Now found? (I do not know what
It means to be this.)
.
Perhaps there is love
Waiting for the shivering
Feral beast I am,
Broken open like folklore
Exposed heart beating.
.
My mysteries belong
No more to myself;
Surrendered into
His gentle hands.
(7 Apr 2025)
Plein air studies at the rec unit, 20 April 2025.
Peace washing over,
Settling inside my lungs;
I am forgiven
And can now forgive myself.
(On confession, 9 Apr 2025)
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Gorgeous poetry!