In flashes and snatches
Splashed against a wall
Painted red with rebellion
My heart held the key
And Peter left the gate
Unguarded
Slipping through
Like a peep in silence
I am a remnant
Remembered
Once woven into a tapestry
Holier than ever I was
And yet I am
1 comment:
Deanie,
The more that I read this, the more I understand. It is beautiful; a concise and elegant reflection on your spiritual journey. You have a gift with words, that is obvious!
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