‘Brave’
She doesn’t feel brave at all.
It started with a tentative unpicking
Loosing a thread
Dropping a stitch
that spooled and pooled out
all the dirt, debris and detritus
of a life lived edged by despair
and heavy with deceit
Let it out, my friend.
Let it pour as tears
cascading as rivers down your face
Allow that searing wound to be pierced,
lanced with laser-light of Truth;
be exposed, raw, oozing its badness,
ready for cleansing and healing.
Let God’s healing balm bind up the pain
as more threads are snipped
and a life laid bare.
Unravelling of mind and heart
Whispers in the dark
Furtive fumbling
leaving muddy footprints
of fear, guilt and shame.
Be bold
Be brave, sweet sister.
Only in the letting go
can we be free
as chrysalis to butterfly,
become all He created us to be.
Become new
Washed in Blood
Washed in Light
Washed in Grace
Washed in Love.
You are brave
You are bold
You are beautiful
And you are being
set free
to be fully functioning
as you are intended to be.
©JoyLenton2015