Surrender to Thankful
In the quiet of morning... all is hushed... I exhale the sting,
the words that cut my heart
Be hushed my soul...
Wood holds each pane obstructing my view out the upstairs window,
dividing my thoughts into splintered pieces
like my compartmentalized heart.
The wings of the robin carry her to rooftops
she lifts her head in song...
Inhaling His breath my heart surrenders...
Surrenders to "Thankful"
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