Bless all brave things
the prayer I cannot pray.
The worlds that rest unpsoken.
the feelings that can't be names.
the grief that bursts wide open.
the cry that turned to laughter.
the smile that broke the ice.
the pain that was cut off.
the peom I couldn't write.
Life, bless all the forming things
that escape or remain in me;
thsoe resisitng to be seen,
and the ones that risk
coming out
as brave beginnings . - Susan Frybort
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