The Tenderheart


a poem from years ago, still echoes now in these new Tenderhearts...

 

The Tenderheart feels all

She breathes your pain

Into her flesh

And burns with the tears

Of your woundedness -

She sees you.

 

She dives into your soul

To find the Heart of God

And sets it free

For all to see

The beauty that you are -

She knows you.

 

She presses you

To her heart

Soaring heavenward

To birth you into the Light -

She takes you Home.

 

She beckons you

To follow her

Into the mists

She dissolves before you

There is no one left

Standing here

At last

We are Free.

 

 

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