Glistening in deep memories
of false stories bled
from souls of family’s broken pasts.
Inventing a stronger wealth
of faith and trust in love’s true tale.
Anger,
turned into sweet surrender.
Responsible for recreating traditions,
I must sort through the abandon,
forgive and trust love.
Pondering the heartbreak
of distractions allowed,
living with common mistakes
and the regrets of others,
purging the behaviors tormenting my soul.
Following a new pattern
of obedience and honesty.
I will live the life
God intended me to embrace,
without stones of guilt
blocking my heart from breathing.
In it’s place,
filling my being
with the perfect harmony of understanding,
I am beauty.
© LRS 2011
