Soul notes

Behold, I have not given you a spirit of fear, but of peace. (II Timothy 1:7)


When I am an old woman
and you come
my skin will be as wrinkled as cottonwood bark
each groove a story, a scar
battlewounds of the war
and you will see my pain
like a roadmap across my body
and you and I will both wonder
how one could walk 
through fire
and only get this burned

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When I am an old woman
and you come
my eyes will be transparent
windows to the soul
and in the brown will be peace
forgiveness love
each wrinkle written on my skin
transmuted into blessing
and you and I will both wonder
how one could walk
through fire
and never lose hope