warmth floods broken places

Frightening to be so vulnerable

to be split open

and unable to catch hold of or control

what spills out –

old hurt and pain wreak havoc,
yet now the wound remains open,
in pours overwhelming beauty,
feelings which my polished
shiny heart doors shut out,
majesty, grace, colours, light, hope,
joy at gentle, lovely, subtle things,
all these possibilities
until now unseen, unfelt
and I just want to

keep stretching open

over and over

letting more and more light

right down into

the roots of my life.

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This juicy poem is from our Miracle Mama Director Clare Campbell’s

beautiful book of poetry, “Love, Hope and High Heels”

which is available through our web site www.biglovesista.com