Flying through harsh weather.
I am struggling and yearning.
Is life meant for me
to practice resurrection ?
Floating as grace under fire,
with an open heart,
I call out to others
to let them know that they too are loved
and looked for, when lost.
I may become their home for a while,
detached, I inspirit them,
then leave, without looking back,
in full energy, moving forward.
Bring on more storms,
for I am free.
I have become un-tied from all loss
and have tethered the winds for rebirth.
I sail in unity with something far greater than myself,
even in times of bewilderment.
Every storm, a gift, a new opening.
through which I emerge,
and come a little bit closer to seeing
that I am made of everything
that I have been searching for.
Each time becoming a more
complete version of myself