Find the fire --
The flickering of life In the pit of your gut; And even though it will Burn the dry, dead earth Beneath your feet, Fan the flames -- Watch them clear the way For the emergence of New life out of ashes. Withstand the heat against Your face and Feel as — drip, drip -- Stagnancy and Years-old pain Melt away. Water with sweat, With tears of submission, A garden, a field, a forest Born of your potential Of your faith Of your courage to say: Yes, I am driven And Yes, I am the driver And Yes, I will live A life that honors The divinity in me, That reignites the embers Of exploding stars That have propelled me Into my very existence.
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Jill Robertson
2/5/2017 10:03:11 am
I think that may be just what I needed to read today.
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Kathy Iversen
2/7/2017 01:31:57 am
Love it, as I do all your writings. Keep it up, my love!
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