Letting Go and Leaning In

THEY There is no limp when they walk,     no cast or brace to shore up         their wounded souls. No scar, no mark to trace     the change, the primal shift         when you were torn away. But there is this -     fault lines have settled in,         where cares before unknown             trace patterns of sorrow. Fragile shells now easily broken.

And this - hands open, still releasing,     hearts swelled,         still longing for hope to be enough.

WE We have let go. You asked us, each one, to loosen our grip, to love enough to release a soul to you. We have let go.

But see, our open hands, ready for what You promised. See, our upturned faces.