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Where flight became stalled
Because fear stood its ground
There- is where I- was reborn
Where I relearned my reality
As broken fragments of a self
Where I’ve seen the unveilings
Of time, truth, and Holy love
Where angels cried and wept
For my salvation and healing
And I- wept along with them
Where fire seared my mission
Forged into my soul as passion
A combatant for the wounded
Of humanities silenced…truths
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Scars a blessing they can and cannot be.
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Scars: evidence of willful vunrabilty to love honestly.
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Yes beautifully defined.
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Wow. That unending was one that I did not see coming at all. I like it – very real and clever too.
❤
David
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oops!
typo: not ‘unending’ – I meant to write ‘ending’
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lol, Thank you sir. I hope all is well for you too.
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today is my daughter’s 6th bday – we’re all rather spent – in a good way 😀
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Good for all of you, and thats the way it should always be.Blessings…
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you too ❤
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I am intrigued how u can find blessings in scars. I see them as lil landmines that have tried to destroy…..a good write 🤔 I will ponder upon these blessings
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The blessings came before the scars and the scars remind me blessing remain… possible. Thank you.
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