Tender heart of me who lives

Strength of spirit that guides its travels as a parent committed to her child

Facing forward what lies before me, tenderly touching what lies within me

You my heart that I had abandoned for this world could not contain its beauty

You bear the fruit of my salvation

My heart so strained from the torment of my education

My wisdom invades my sense of myself

I am not these wounds, gaping open and bloody

I am not these fears

I am not others judgments plunged into my flesh

There is no where to run

God hears the deafening scream of my questions

A path of faith carved stone by stone to build a new temple where grace alone shall live