Transformation

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Just as frost makes pearls from pain and covers plain with glory,

So your faith can glean the grain within your painful story;

When you feel the pinch of frost, the sting of cold rejection,

Know one day when it has lost, you’ll be a grace confection.

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The Beauty in the Mess

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Within each crease, beneath each scar, and etched in every vein

Her petals form a tale alive with hope carved out of pain;

Though deeply marred, disfigured, torn, her beauty proves to me

The choice to bloom despite her wounds is what has set her free.

I read within imperfect folds a novel penned by grace,

For harshest hurts transformed, redeemed, become the very place

Where subtle hues and fragile scent, those glories forged by stress,

Release our truest, highest self – the beauty in the mess.

 

 

The Road Not Taken

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I stopped today beside the road

that I had never taken;

I gazed along those verdant slopes

at what I had forsaken.

My broken spots pulled hard toward

‘what ifs’ and ‘might have beens’ –

My heart was caught and hung upon

the fence where doubt begins.

I cannot walk along that path,

my choices barred its entry;

I’ll never know its final trail,

so Grace will be its sentry.

One Small Seed

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Not much to look at,

Not much to eat,

Nothing to brag of

When sharing a feat.

No tow’ring forest

With branches to show –

But she’s planting a Now

So her Future can grow.

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We all start somewhere. We all start small.

If we sow a little kindness,

It could feed us all….

 

 

The Seeker

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She searched the halls of castled kings,

parted feathered angel wings,

pondered deep with think-tank Brains,

researched Wall Street’s short-term gains,

cozied up to Heads of State,

sought the rarest foods to plate,

joined the ranks of earth’s elite –

and still, her quest was incomplete

until the day she saw it clear,

frost upon a barren spear.

That quality of strength and grace

she’d hunted for through time and space

was clinging to these simple stems

where trials turned life’s tears to gems;

the Truth – elusive, and unknown

had always sparkled close to home.