Robin blue,
a bit of the heavens where the redbreast flies,
falls generous to the cupped earth
a triplet of fragility
enfolded in the grasses of ground
wound into a natural ring and set safe
under a veil of leaves…
sky jewels held loose
like in a mother’s yielding
hand.
I read your notes.
I read your strings of words, bits of your lives, and they wrap round, a nest. I read and I spill and I want to look into all your beautiful eyes, touch your beautiful faces with fingertips just for a moment, whisper the astonishing wonder of you. With words, we make a home for one another to rest. We say here is safe. We encircle.
I will never be able to thank you enough.
For the strong broken-beauty of your lives, for the courage of your moments, for the revealing of your wounds, Christ-wounds, and the way you let Him bind up your hurt tender.
For the way you open your hand to the sky like a nest and hold every grace as a gift.
Together, we heal.
And fly.
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Giveaway Update:
Random Generator Chose Comment #123: Hope’s Rising
Every blessing to you and yours… If you might send me your contact information?
I will forward it to the publisher and B&H will generously send a copy of I Will Carry You
And may I personally send a copy of I will Carry You
Today Kim’s community gathers around her for the memorial service of her son gone home to the Lord at 20 weeks — as did Kim’s first daughter. Kim’s feeling raw grief — if we might give her the gift of the knees?
Do you have a moment to leave Kim a comment today, a very hard day for her? That we might wrap a nest around her.
Thank you for loving well…
Photos: a robin nest outside a window here
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