For anyone who questions whether they’re loved, important, enough, or matter. For anyone who struggles to express themselves & their heart.
I sing you back from the dark…
back from the dark edge of the abyss—
the unknown void,
where death’s chambers have been open,
where the seeds and roots of harvest were
swallowed into winter—
her belly now full, glowing with new life.
I sing you back to the coming sun…
back to golden rays, like honey,
seeping into your skin,
until radiance penetrates your heart,
and your voice finally returns—
a melody of crocus, daffodils, and cherry blossoms,
harmonizing sweetly to the promise of hope.
I sing you back to where you don’t think you can come—
(come)
back to where you belong,
to where you are whole and holy,
back to where you remember your beauty,
back to where you know you are loved,
through the sanguine mist, into your body—
the kiss of light upon your breath.
©Rebecca Cavender