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)

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