Delightful imagery, bringing new life to the convictions we hold. We may be fragile monarchs with few talents, but praise God--to him we each hold much value just the same!
"Some love us only for our beauty or our wingspan"
"Who told you that you couldn’t fail, oh creature of Light?
That you couldn’t startle or fall from the sky?
You can rest in the dirt, seventy times seven, and
still be precious in the sight of your Creator."
Magical... wonder, truth, beauty... speaking to the hidden soft and sacred things that matter most. You have the gift of climbing down into the pit of grief, and loving there... so many that are faceless, that you do not realize you have touched, so many who know the warmth of your face and the relief of your voice over them... you are so much more beautiful than I have words to say. I just feel blessed to know you in this life, and to carry our love for each other into Heaven.
Delightful imagery, bringing new life to the convictions we hold. We may be fragile monarchs with few talents, but praise God--to him we each hold much value just the same!
Ooh I loved these two lines SO much: "That you couldn't startle or fall from the sky?" and "like your cousin, the sparrow." Just beautiful.
This is so well written! Beautiful 🥰
Beautiful Rachel I loved it course I love butterflies any kind.
So so so good!
“You can rest in the dirt, seventy times seven, and
still be precious in the sight of your Creator.”
^ I really loved this part! ☺️🤍
Beautiful poem!
Just lovely. Thank you.
This is such a beautiful, faithful poem. Thank you for sharing this Spirit-filled reflection.
So beautiful. Thank you for writing such encouragement and comfort to us who need it. We all do. This is lovely.
Amen to this ❤️
"Some love us only for our beauty or our wingspan"
"Who told you that you couldn’t fail, oh creature of Light?
That you couldn’t startle or fall from the sky?
You can rest in the dirt, seventy times seven, and
still be precious in the sight of your Creator."
Magical... wonder, truth, beauty... speaking to the hidden soft and sacred things that matter most. You have the gift of climbing down into the pit of grief, and loving there... so many that are faceless, that you do not realize you have touched, so many who know the warmth of your face and the relief of your voice over them... you are so much more beautiful than I have words to say. I just feel blessed to know you in this life, and to carry our love for each other into Heaven.
The last line is so good!
Rachel, this is sooooo beautiful. Wow.
Oh man. I can’t tell you how timely this poem is for me today. Thank you. 😭😭😭😭