That aching doubt
You keep tucked
Under your ribcage,
Recognize it and allow it to be held kindly.
Grant love permission to come around
And settle deep
Therein.
That aching doubt
You keep tucked
Under your ribcage,
Recognize it and allow it to be held kindly.
Grant love permission to come around
And settle deep
Therein.
Let’s reach into each other
And pull out all
The blackened stuff.
The rough and
Broken stuff.
And gently
Embrace
The aching stuff.
The
Seeping agony
And
Sleepy stuff.
Then quietly,
Softly
Wrap ourselves
around
The light
Inside
And fill the holes
With love.
Begin to breathe
Again.
Every waking hour.
Walking in my dreams.
To the lost and lonely souls.
To the hungry
Aching souls.
I send you love and light,
Hope and peace
From my lost and lonely soul.
From
My hungry
Aching
Soul.