It is a heart work
no
one comes out of closed-up heart work feeling like
a part of her self wasn’t excised;
she has to renew and regenerate
resulting in a destination –
the completion of divine restitution
But it is a heart-work
different from all others
She is
even in all her confusion
still a very real drop of rain amongst hundreds
that fell on the earth’s head
ran down its nose
wrinkled its forehead
and baptized its toes
I love this one, Robin. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Linda. 🙂