Little Pockets of Glory

On days when my gray haze breaks with a hint of self actualization,

I can count on my mind to make a hostile takeover with doubts and criticims that don’t have my voice.

I allow my Spirit to be left open to guidance that is always better than giving in and giving up. I am always surprised when I find a glory that comes into view, it illuminates that haze to a brightness that I can see behind my lids every night.

What would I give, sacrifice my old ways, my fractured view of myself, my anger, my hate, my pain. It’d give it all up for another day of bright truth.

Every one that dies at the Cross, I am left with a little more me that was always intended. Reborn all over again.

For this, I break another stubborn bone into humility. For forgiveness, for love and for Faith.


About ingridfalconi

I'm a married mother of three and a published author.
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