Seeds of Healing
Gnarled gray memories
Branching deathlike
Over my world
Turned
Upside down
An ocean
Endless
Of possibilities
Where
A season of newness
Of pale promises
Delicately opening
Buzzing pink whispers
To my soul
Where the
Cross
Pollination
Creates
Seeds of healing
And petals
The Holiness of Heaven
And pour
Baptizing Truth
Into my deepest places
This poem was written as I reflected on what I was seeing, an old oak branch and a tender blossom, and what I was experiencing, freedom from toxic shame I had carried for years.
Lord, who may dwell in your sacred tent?
Who may live on your holy mountain?
The one whose walk is blameless,
who does what is righteous,
who speaks the truth from their heart...
Psalm 15:1,2