Standing in the shadows, I cannot see you.
Walking behind me, I miss the help you give.
Yet you are there; people attest to this.
When the sky is grey,
when the land is wet,
when the air is cold and crisp;
when my body aches,
when my heart is heavy,
when my mind is full of clutter:
a flash of colour,
a burst of song,
an unbidden smile,
a stranger’s kindness,
a shaft of light,
a falling feather…
In subtle ways on countless days
you light my journey
and I feel your love.
by Rebecca L. Atherton
To be healed is having an awareness that you were never broken
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