Sister Love

I bare my soul and yet ... before you 

I know

That I am safe

(Photograph taken by Wendy Metcalfe)

  Though the winds of winter howl and cut

Though hungry animals  ~within and without~ prowl and hunt

I know

That I am safe

 

Though my hands, feet, and mind grow cold and numb

Though I willingly sold off sacred 

For a few shiny pieces of silver

And though I placed myself beyond the light of the sun

I know

That I am safe

 

Though thoughts circle and whisper words unkind

Though winter tears  blind

 

Warm sister love kisses upon them 

Encourage me to see again

And I know

That I am safe

Thank you