He’s always smiling,
an easy grace on his lips.
On his shoulders,
rest
that carries every shame.
Reclined in love’s invitation,
“We are one,”
he says,
“In these wounds
find your comfort
and your name.”
Daughter.
Son.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
The glory I made for you
is brighter than fame,
brighter than clarity,
a flame of divine truth,
more perfect than emptiness:
wholeness.
Every fractured piece becomes
beautiful,
remade,
necessary,
for the Prince of Peace
knows no end.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Love has found
your name.
Kelsi Folsom holds a B.M. in Voice Performance and has traveled all over the world participating in operas, musicals, jazz bands, and choirs. Now a mom to “three under three”, she currently resides in San Antonio, Texas. When she is not putting on her best Cherubino while changing dirty diapers, you can find her perfecting gluten-free recipes, *gasp* reading, enjoying a nap, or trying to make sense of her life over french press. Kelsi writes here.
