Turmoil*

For when there is turmoil, I go to you.

When I gaze upon your warm, gentle waters…I see peace.

When I hear your soft rustling breezes whispering through the trees…I hear peace.

When I stand up on your resilient ground… I feel the support of peace.

Your air

Yes, your air

She fills my lungs.

Your sunlight from above raises me out of my darkness and into your warm golden arms.

To you, I walk.

I step forward.

I am overjoyed.

Loved, comforted, cradled in your bosom.

Honoring, rocking, joyful.

My soul dances
Because she knows…she is home

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