Time heal all heartaches except one -
the longing for God and
an innate need to connect with ourselves.
There was a time I felt an ache
for something that was foreign to me.
Filling the void with external things
only brought small increments of relief.
Then eight years ago, I lost my daughter.
After plunging into the deepest sorrow
and the darkest place I had ever been,
I was certain I'd never feel whole again.
But I witnessed the resurrection of my own heart.
And learned that losses transform into wings.
I'm not so afraid of what life might throw me
because I know now I'll always rise above it.
However, what I can't survive without,
that has become as vital as breathing, is faith.
Nor can I betray myself again by disconnecting
from the kind of truth that comes from
a place deep within my soul.
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