
There was a girl who was friends with God
The girl was told God was a man in white robes
But her God was a woman in a soft blue dress
Who let the girl sleep protected in her arms
Just the same as she held her own son
-gws

There was a girl who was friends with God
The girl was told God was a man in white robes
But her God was a woman in a soft blue dress
Who let the girl sleep protected in her arms
Just the same as she held her own son
-gws

When my heart is heavy I turn to you
I know you are there
waiting for me with open arms
offering comfort, love, serenity
I know you cannot remove my trials
I also know that you can help lighten the load by taking my tears
my sorrows
my angers, resentments, and animosities
you do not judge me for my smallness or my pettiness
you do not scold me for not making the next right choice
you love me
you hold my hurt like a mother does a child and kiss it away
the injury remains, but the sting is less
because your love is a salve like no other
you gift me with words and inspiration
so that I can bare my soul’s truth into the light
and start to let it go so that I am not transfigured
by my own anger and sorrow
you take my heartache and hand me joy
and you do it while reminding me that every day’s sunset
makes way for the next morning’s dawn where hope is born anew
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Diving deep into the spirit well
Pulling deeply from the stillness there
Submerged in the star womb of the loving Mother
Surrendering my struggles into her loving arms
Hearing her lullaby whispering gently to me, “Be at peace.
You will fight again tomorrow, but for today, rest with me.”
-GWS