Beautiful child of God
You think you are
Old
Beaten down
Passe’
Past your prime
No good
Worn out
Washed up
A body to be put on the shelf
Forgotten
Unacknowledged
Useless
Now
Let me tell you how I see you!
You are my
Beautiful child
Who was birthed out of
The loins of
Not just flesh and bones and blood
But
The highest frequency of love
Out of my two hands
You crowned
Beautiful daugher of Zion
We raised you up as family
Have always been
Standing patiently
Sending you love
Protection
Heavenly angels
To blow you kisses
To make you smile and laugh
And be at peace
Even when the world
Around you
Raged.
When inside
There was a volcano erupting.
We were there
And delighted
Each time you twirled
Danced, Praised
Enjoyed life
Oh how we prayed for you
Yes we pray too!
Standing together as Trinity
We sent love bombs
And crescendos of glorious rain
To wash your sorrow
Beautiful sword of the Spirit
Now
That you have softened
Now that the body
Has lost its sharpness
Now that your heart
Your beautiful, wounded
Beating heart
Can recieve just a little more
Of our touch
You open like a winter flower
With appreciation
Introspection
Heart opening
Love flowing
Now you become
At last
The Sword of the spirit
Sharp again
And to the point
You use your abiding love
Joy bursting forth
From every fiber
Every cell
And every thought pattern
With every rhythmical step
You become
The blade
To slice through
Any iron cage
That imprisons you
With words, images, inuendos
Which may suggest that
You are anything but
Perfection.
(c) 2022, Nikki Lyn Pugh
Image by: Jill Wellington
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