His smile warms her face,
She blushes in return,
Basking in the light of His glow.
He brushes away the wispy hairs
From her face, tucks them behind her ears.
He strokes her smooth skin,
Blowing His heat onto her neck.
To all her hurt parts,
He brings attention.
She loves being loved by Him.
Learning to love the skin she is in.
Learning to be free from within.
Oh, look, another Great Blue Heron?!
An ode to the sun and the wind, who both graced me with their presence this week as I took a topless Jeep road trip across state lines.
Most of the trip was breathtaking and a much needed reprieve from …most everything.
Realizing during this trip how much I still worry about my persona and being accepted by others. And an unexpected Great Blue Heron sighting 20 miles from Raleigh…seems to be my “squirrel!” in this poem.
Much love to you on your journey!
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