The Measure of My Heart

On winged days, I know I can soar.

Letting the wind of my dreams carry me.

This too shall pass, I say this to myself over and over…and as it comes here to me, I will embrace this and hold it like a newborn child.

Swaddle it with hope, love, and forgiveness.

Healing and helping this thing I will do.

I stand before this blue sky and speak my intention.

Let this be the measure of my heart.

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