The seed breaks the soil straining for the sun
But the rain never comes
The sun beats down
Wind torments it's fragile body
And it withers
Retreating back to the soil
Scorched
But not destroyed
Back to the roots
Where life hides
And living water nourishes
In season it will rise again
And though the sun and wind threaten
The rain will come
The roots will hold fast
And in that season it will bloom
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I've been on a silent journey For a year, I explained the pain and weakness away, it was the gardening or hormones or in my hea... -
This is a face forever altered in wrinkles and worry lines These eyes have been bled dry of tears and yet they still cry This ... -
Dear Baby Girl (you're gone) -- You would be five, but your body never was and instead you're just a beautiful soul I don... -
It doesn’t discriminate There is not one age, social status, family model or culture it attacks For it cares not of its victims ... -
The house is hurriedly swept, papers stashed, candles that smell of cookies lit, laundry hidden away, dinner inhaled - dishes entombed, and... -
Being a nurse was always where my heart was set So all the Sunday dinners I missed I can not regret Because caring for others' hurts, ... -
The word rolled off her tongue and I was frozen I couldn't have just heard what my brain is telling me I heard Not from her, Beautifu... -
My sweet sisters, You proudly proclaim God as sovereign and Lord and resign to His timing in so much of your life, But, concer... -
There's orange shag carpet covering the floor Cards slide across the wooden table as kids make sound effects from behind the couch The...
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To all the Mom's Sacrifice comes easy at first, it starts with your body and then it's your sleep - until you realize it'...
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