Okay, so Hunter is asleep right now so I wanted to jot down some feelings, in poem form. Wigga what?! yes, yes I am doing it:
Soul
My views ever changing as the landscape of my soul unfolds.
Years of time wash over the shore of clay that molds,
mountains of worry, ideas, thoughts, responsibilities
peaks of goals, accomplishments, pride, vulnerabilities.
Majestic views that are different they they were before.
Flowers of grace, love, joy are growing on the valley floor.
The landscape ever changing as the weather of life rolls in.
Fires burns the grasses of guilt and shame and sin.
Streams turning and tumbling offering fresh perspective to the land.
Trees providing shelter for the thoughts that haven't yet to stand.
All these things come together to make my soul alive.
Ever changing my thoughts and dreams, My soul is not petrified.
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