Jan 9, 2018
a hymn for the new year
may flowers grow in the broken places, cracked bones and rippling skin, where the sunlight filters through onto the muddy earth in the spaces between.
i don’t know if it’s healing or forgiveness that i’m after. i know i ask too much of myself, and too little of those around me. may i earn my lion’s roar instead of this little whisper.
because the world is changing and i can only hope to change with it. may my tide swell and my moon wax. may the petals bloom before they fall.
