me.
i didn't see
what i was doing to me
until you came and
placed your Hand
upon my face and
lifted my head
touched my eyes
and said to my spirit
"you're not broken"
look again
look at your sister, and
seeing her with help you see-you.
in your weeping,
in your waiting,
in your weariness,
"you are not broken, but beautiful
the work of My Hands
you don't need to be fixed,
you need my grace
for the space
the space inside of you that is thirsty
the space inside of you that is seeking, asking, knocking
the space inside of you that needs my love to pour, pour, pour
and pour some more...
until you can see who I see:
"light and free little Lee"
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