“When the ground around feels fragile
And your feet falter
Go slow then and know
That Heaven’s rest is now his home
Where chaos meets perfect order
and souls are made new.”
Sunday, 16 October 2022
A French Revolution of My Own
In my heart’s home I am healed
By the land and Your hand as I stand
Here.
I am a girl and grown all at once in this place
Trapped in the spaces of the past
And at once flung forward into a
Free future not yet known.
Perhaps my day of glory has now arrived
Built on the years gone before
Wrought in my very own war
This is my liberty. Beloved liberty.
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