Flickering light in golden hues
Casts shadows over me,
Over you.
Threading the needle,
Sometimes in this darkness
Feels impossible.
Slows breath,
Furrows brow,
Eye squints,
Focus on passing through.
Pulling together fabric
With golden threads
What once was separate
Returns to one.
A finger prick
Fabric from white to red
A broken heart
A weary head
Warp and weft
Infused with love
For you,
For me.
Forgiveness
Blessings
Sown with seeds
Planted between the seams
Golden threads bring together
What was torn asunder
By pain, by fear
By endless Constraints
Brokenness.
By love felt anew
An open heart
No longer fears reprisal
An open vessel
Ready to receive
Wrapped in a blanket
Sewn for you,
For me.
Namaste
Lovely
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Thank you!
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Very beautifully written Tiffany, even the blood we spill from the pain of some of our journey, but required to finish a project…us ❤
Thank you for sharing some of that project ❤
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Thank you, Mark for your comment and understanding! It’s nice to have someone who understands it. So tiring to hear the “just think positive” message all the time when working through the rough patches, that smooth over with the proper attention – not suppression. Thank you, again! It’s much appreciated! Have a great day! ❤️
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There’s so much heart and vulnerability in this. Beautiful.
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Thank you! It required a few finger pricks to get 😉❤️
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