I can’t
deny
having known you;
we have
the same
pattern
of
stitches.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
I can’t
deny
having known you;
we have
the same
pattern
of
stitches.
Shame
is a burden
so heavy,
you cannot
move forward
while you carry it;
it’s hard enough
to walk
when you’re
confident
in your steps —
how can we
expect to
move at all
while we look
backward?
(How do you overcome times of shame?)
You are a radiant paradox,
making me to
cherish the memory
of the past
and the potential
of the future,
being the calm
in my storm
and the storm
in my calm.