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Not cracked, shattered or ruined…

crop person outstretching hand in forest

Not cracked, shattered or ruined

But pierced by the light of understanding 

That a sudden direction change 

Has happened,

Catching me by surprise.

I bow my head in submission,

With hands held out expectantly 

To receive the courage to carry on 

With the most vital part of 

this human experience

Forging my soul 

To surpass in excellence

Everything less than divine.

1/4/2012 ~ Elizabeth Caldwell Grant

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By Elizabeth Grant

Love to write, fence, teach, cook, sing, work, travel, dance, love, and blog!

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