Life is not a straight line. It's a downpour of gifts, please – hold out your hand

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Thank you for being here. I'm so glad you're here.

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Held


When she slows
quietly down
instead of pushing
urgently forward
When she asks and listens
and receives
instead of talking and telling
and trying
When she bows
deeply
to this light-filled
Now
instead of running
screaming away
It bows deeply back

and she feels herself
falling

freely
falling
safely
falling
softly
falling
back into
the wide open
arms
of Grace

4 comments :

  1. Julia... if you had been in the room with me this evening as I cried my heart out, calling out to God, you would have known that He asked you to write this poem as a beautiful gift for all your sisters - and tonight, particularly for me.

    Thank you. It's as if you see straight into the middle of my tender, tender heart

    xoxoxoxox

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  2. Hi Julia,

    This poem ebbs and flows beautifully. Thank you for being a shining star.

    Love Nige

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  3. This poem is beautiful! Helped me get through a long day at work-

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  4. Ah, dear Julia. Wish I'd had access to this while I was out of town. This is so beautiful in such a free and graceful way. I so missed your words. So glad to find them again and realize that you are such a beacon in the storm. Sending love and joy to you!

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♥ Julia