May you trust the dawn,
Which I am bringing.
May your heart find a way
To hold both sorrow and hope.
May your ears listen, in quiet solidarity,
To the grief of cruel rejection.
And know that such a time as this,
Is meant for change, for growth.
The chrysalis has broken open.
Do not fear its breaking.
I have not abandoned you.
Nor have I forsaken my deep love for all.
Rest within my arms for just a moment.
Do not turn too quickly from the grief.
Let me rock you softly as your tears fall.
May you know, deeply know, that love prevails.
Already, I love you.
I always have.
You are a mystery, born of love.
And your wings will soon unfold into that truth.
You are emerging from the chrysalis that held you.
Its constraints no longer serve.
But it will take some time for the sun to dry your wings.
And the breeze of freedom to lift you for flight.
You can trust my love to win, again and always.
It is less about resistance and more about release.
My ways are not your ways.
They are strong and sure.
Love will prevail, not through plots and strategies,
But, as love always does, in loving.
In the meantime, may your heart hold on to me,
As I hold you.
[photo by Dagmar Collins per cc 2.0]