She flutters as we’re swept away by a crimson sunset. She leaps out in joy as we touch the finish line.
One moment she sits on our sleeve while we make a grand gesture yet another she carries heavy weight of an unforgiven old flame.
She’s full on days when we look adversity in the eye and is hollow, empty the day our soul is crushed.
Kind enough to hold space for the grieving, vocal for the muddled and filled with magnanimity for us all.
Even before the mind thinks or the feet walk, she knows. She converses relentlessly, loves fearlessly.
Like the moon that guides a lost soul passing through the thicket shining his light through the night, she guides us back into love when our brokenness leads us out of it.
Our Heart is a witness to our unfaltering resilience.
She holds a testimony to all that we’ve endured.
Love,
Charvee
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