The Promise.

I woke up with a poem on my heart this morning...and it has been over here writing me since I opened my eyes. 

After one of the most painful years of my life in 2021 and the slow bloom of healing that came with it, I've found a new version of joy.

It's one that feels simple and rooted in a truth that spans the full spectrum of the peaks and valleys.

As I sat in the sunshine of this joy, I heard the words "The Promise" float into my mind...

and I realized that all of what was came for the promise of this moment.

I well up just putting those words here. 

I hope this one touches your heart in the way it moved through mine. 

The Promise


In the space between tears

And the valley that stretches on for miles.

The Promise is waiting. 

 

In the mending of what cannot be unbroken

And the place where only surrender makes sense.

The Promise is waiting.

 

When the cold wind screams outside my window 

And things appear as if they'll never bloom again.

The Promise is waiting.

 

When hope feels more than lost

And life asks for the impossible.

The Promise is waiting.

 

In the cracking of shells

And the silent dreams that are born in the dark.

The Promise is waiting.

Wishing you courage as you continue to wind your way toward deeper truths and glorious horizons. 

xo
Amber

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