A stirring becomes a recollection
Of memories
Stored in vaults
Sealed shut
Locked in pain
Opened only by the blood.
In God’s timing
I can wait
The stories are endless
The rooms go on forever.
A yes from heaven
He chooses which doors to open
He cleans up the messes
And wipes clean the pain
He holds the newborn
And siphens the ash
And restores the glow
Of innocence
Perfect are His ways
And perfect am I
In Him
This is the road we travel
Together
The bloodlines we
Walk upon
The restoration we reveal.
(c) 2022, Nikki Lyn Pugh
Photo by Michael Schwarzenberger (@blickpixel)
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