Let her sing over your fears.

And,

even when

this life is

threadbare;

edges

frayed

from worry.

The earth

still sings a

lullaby

over all those

who listen

for her beauty.

— Let her sing over your fears.

.

.

.

When my heart is full and worry tries to rob me of peace, I look for the beauty all around me.

Early morning mist over the hills, a blackbird singing its song, blackberries exchanging their Summer coats for Autumn attire — Nature sings a constant song of beauty over me.

I find peace in the silence of the woods and meadows.

Give from your need.

And I sat

before

God

holding

my hunger in cupped hands before Him.

‘This child within me

has needed so

much’,

I whispered, ‘But there was nobody to feed her

heart.

What do I do with this lack?’

‘Look for the broken ones.

Be the softness that you needed.

Speak the words that

your heart cried out for

in desperation.

Encircle them

with your walls

if they are in need of

protection.

Sing a love song over

their fractured

hearts.

Feed them

from

your

hunger,

because

I

Am

enough.

For you.

Fill the bowls of

the hungry

with your

ashes and you will grow

fat with peace.’

— Give from your need.