Thoughts On Healing and Love
How swiftly my life slips
through the hourglass allotted me
I try to make sense of the plots, and characters
woven between each line
I reduce the monsters to peons
one-dimensional and harmless
I listen intently for my real name
which only my Creator knows.
My story flows from my pen
The ink dries with each healing word
leaving a permanent trail of discovery
My abusers become powerless
with each forgiving thought
Today a friend said
“I love you, Annie”
leaving me warm and full
Today my Father whispers to my heart
I love you my child – if I will be still and listen
The denouement of my story is His
Annie's Memoir ~ Unforced rythms of grace 