Hmmm. A new thought occurs to me. Sometimes you must crash head on into yourself, feel the pain, work through healing from bumps and bruises and scrapes in order to be you – in order to get healed and whole.
Maybe that heavy duty protective bumper needed to get torn off – wretched to smithereens n order for u to find the real, hidden you.
Maybe now u can’t hide. Maybe now there’s no protective barrier between u & the world. Now it’s real. Now we see you’re one of us. Refreshing
No one here will point the finger. Who’s gonna cast the first stone? I only hear the rocks falling, falling to the ground – one by one. There’s no accuser here. Redeemed
Your engine’s showing. The heart of you – yes we can see it now. We hear now a soft beating, though faint, growing stronger – your heart beat. Who knew it was do strong! We needed to hear it. It is a beautiful sound. Rev it up.
Copyright 2013 Marvia P Davidson