Day 11 of 28. I've missed a few days writing. There are reasons. But I admit that there has been a twinge of guilt. The path to writing daily is still fresh. Soft footfalls through the thicket. But the desire grows with each day.
A few epiphanies these last days.
Blessings
Love
Slivers of hope
Fresh tears and old wounds gingerly offered
hand to hand, heart to heart.
Deep embrace and cautious touch
Hope and healing
Agonizing birth
The Magi brought gifts to one they did not know.
They journeyed miles, knowing only the star,
Confident in what they had never seen and hope in whom they had yet to meet.
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