some hatchings hurt

last week,

i wrote a really depressing post
that i deleted and then published again.
{i'm a.d.d. like that.}

i still love that song, but it was depressing nonetheless.
*i was in an emo, discouraged mood &
nothing seemed to satisfy my need for security.

it's been about a week since then & thankfully
things are now looking much brighter & stronger.

i haven't been able to get a poem
that my friend shared in her lesson on sunday
out of my head.

last week i was feeling very tender....
"nothing more than the palest puff",
but luckily, i know of & took refuge in,
the greatest source of strength there is.

and even though, like the song says,
my heart has a tendency to fall apart,
i know who can pick up the pieces. ♥

coming out
some hatchings hurt…

and the new learning

softness

is so very tender.

it’s frightening to be

nothing more

than the palest puff

that peeps.

and so remember

and remember

clarion call

to shelter:

“i will gather …

as a hen

gathereth

her chickens

under her wings …”

a place to grow

in strength.

(dianne dibb forbis)