A winter tomb.
A cavern womb.
A lodge for pain.
Grief branches
into limbs and sinew and marrow.
Ache lingers there.
Warm brown arms
envelope this tomb.
Breath buries into her bosom.
“Release that pain!”
Her prayer over me
unfurls its rooted hold.
Tendrils of freedom
now seed that womb.
There is room
for Spring.
It is for freedom that Christ has set us free.
Galatians 5:1
image by Jena Holliday at Spoonful of Faith (@spoonfuloffaith, spoonfuloffaith.com)
I love everything about this poem. The photo draws you in, but the words – well, the words touch the heart and we see freedom from what she is – a gift from Christ. Thanks for these words and the overall picture of freedom.
thank you Christine!. So glad to hear the release that came from this prayer are found in these words. Thank you for reading and reaching out!