These days that are held in our hands are sacred
but only when touched in tenderness
they become part of our heaven
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A reminder.
Sacred
Travel
Of all the places we travel
love always crosses the fields with us
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Into the calm
The manifestation into the calm
the ordinary acts of bravery
to stand
to accept
to change
and to love
still after all this time
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In the unknown hours
In the unknown hours
the lamenting scratches into our bones
reaching the stars in our soul
moving constellations
aligning the hurt into our whole
taking it
into the shelter of our own
allowing ourselves to love
the
unnamed
unsung
untold
letting love just heal them all
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