Beautiful Past
Could it be
the troubles we shared
have set us free?
Refined by what we bore
the shape of our trials
formed this familiar contour of love
Pain and conflict eroded shame
chipping away brokenness
until you fit I and I fit you . . .
Like a glove
--Shenandoah Lynd
the troubles we shared
have set us free?
Refined by what we bore
the shape of our trials
formed this familiar contour of love
Pain and conflict eroded shame
chipping away brokenness
until you fit I and I fit you . . .
Like a glove
--Shenandoah Lynd
Labels: my poetry
posted by Doah at 8:35 PM
1 Comments:
That's not "rambling" my friend, you have a gift. And you ask a rhetorical ? but it's always good to be reminded of the truth. Speaking of truth below- I know of one who called Himself the truth (and the way and the life)
Blog on...
J
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