Warehouse Small Group

As a letter I pen
these words spend
their time
the first of many rhymes
and far from the last

I am blasted with the past
with past struggles and times of process
what a "beautiful mess"

and yet as I sit here
humbled
by the beautiful woman around me
talking of things free
and yet so convicting
as to challenge the very being
of my beating
heart
starting
a change
and with this rearrange
I react
with little tact
but these women respond
as I've forever longed
and am every day
taking in...

with grace

this space
so empty and full
feeling quite like the fool
for being so strong in what I believe
and yet
the Lord
relieves
the pressure from my heart
and shows me the way
to listen and not say
until unbound
words resound
on loving ears
and these words are just
words

fears
no more

eyes cast to the floor
and yet
all their eyes on me
helping me to see
that they will be
in this moment
just as I will with them
and so is this race that we swim

in the ebb and flow
of this getting to know

a beautiful new group of women.