Spiritual Container
You are outside of the cognitive realm.
A color undescribable.
A tool that requires no more than a listening ear.
A gentle touch of the shoulder.
A brush of the cheek
A wonder at the sky.
A peaceful guidance and safety.
I wonder if you are the answer.
For I do not trust you anymore.
The day my dad died I lost trust in your protection.
Yet I see clearly now you will bring the color back.
My life will be easier.
I pray to you now
In all the pain
In all the sorrow
And in all the joy.
Help is needed
Near and Far.
Will you join me again?
My Dearest Kirsten,
ReplyDeleteI hope you can feel and remember that spirit, and his spirit is with you. Please know that things unravel as they need to and when they need to. Let it be ok.
I love you,
Sarah