For my daughter: take heart

Take heart, little girl.
Life is hard
but it is also sweet.
Some days, I know, it looks bleak,
you feel beat,
but you, love, are the seed
of a tall, mighty tree
rising from a field of weeds.
Don’t just go along or try to belong,
cause you’re brave and you’re strong
so shake the earth
climb a mountain
break a wall
write a song
cross a sea
tell a story
for words
are
powerful.
Little girl, listen to mine.
When the climbing gets tight
and it takes all your might just to get through the night,
keep your eyes on the heights,
for it won’t be long until the sunrise and then,
little girl, you will fly.
Like a kite with no line,
you’ll at last taste the sky.
Lark, you’ll be the start, the spark;
you’ll leave a mark
so take heart.
But I know
that it’s dark
and it’s hard
and you’re far, far away
from living it safe.
Afraid and ashamed,
you’re running a race
but you’re running in place.
Sick of the endless mazes and stasis chases,
you’re breaking,
but when hope is fading–
missed your mark, lost the day
false start, broken pace–
Take heart,
for this is the place
where you will find grace:
sufficient, amazing,
your refuge, unfading
Remaking.
Take heart,
for you are a part
of something bigger than yourself.
With your grit and your gall,
girl, you will break walls.
Though kingdoms may rise and nations may fall,
there is one thing that remains through it all.
So hold fast to the rock on which you stand;
don’t build your house on sinking sand
or lower your standards to the ways of man
cause love, this is not your home!
Take heart,
for you’re never alone.
You were born for such a time
Life turns on a dime,
so don’t whine–
climb.
And don’t be afraid of crossing lines.
Be recklessly kind,
Stay humble, speak truth
Love well.
Always try to see past yourself.
Ask questions
and seek out answers.
Stay anchored,
and live your life as a “nevertheless,”
cause love, you are a lioness!
Always do your best to bless.
His grace is relentless.
Try to speak less
and listen more.
Be more interested than interesting;
you won’t lose what you’re investing.
Do right and seek to serve.
Let your joy be unreserved
and your patience undeserved.
Be slow to judge, but love headfirst.
Remember, least shall be greater,
and it’s the givers, not takers
who become path-makers
culture-shapers
world-shakers
wall-breakers
change-creators.
Love, you are a skylark.
Never disregard
another.
Love, and discover.
Even in dark, there are stars,
so have courage,
and take heart.

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Breanna Joy

Once upon a time, in a far-away land, there was born one chill wintry day a lass who would come to be called Bre. She grew up whiling away the time upon myriad pursuits that would one day shift from pursuits to passions; creative, curious, and mischievous, she loved to read whatever she could manage to get her hands on (in particular novels, those of plot complex, world intriguing, and characters remarkable) — and read she did! She devoured words with so fierce a joy that she grew skillful in wielding such words as her own — story, journal, article, post and poem alike. For other arts, she also nurtured admiration. She loved in her heart the beauteous sound of music and the power it held over emotion and spirit. And she would work with her own hands to sketch and to paint and to correct and to create. One of her deepest passions was the stage, where she would take on a character as if an article of clothing, and live and breathe in another’s skin. In addition, the stories of times past and cultures distant enraptured her fascination, and she dreamed of one day venturing to explore these unknown lands. But these, these were nothing to the true heart of her soul. She found for herself a motley band of what can only be called friends–though some of whom were, truth be told, far more than that to her. They changed her being and resided in her heart. And so she lived, and loved, and dreamt. She dreamt of adventure and beauty and song and story and love and laughter. But far beyond anything else, did she strive with love toward her God. For this was her own great quest, or, if you will, her part in His own great story: to love those in the world, as He had loved her, when she had not loved Him–indeed, when she had turned from Him, hid from Him, rejected Him and ignored Him–He loved her enough to die for her. And so, because of this great love that now burned like a fire inside of her, a blazing beacon, she strove for a life lived in a beautiful harmony to Him who gave her a second chance. As she grew, she became confused, and doubting, and weak, and afraid, and unclean, and she would forget, and go to the world that was pressing at her to give in, in an attempt to satisfy her emptiness, though it would always leave her wanting. But always she would return, and be whole and filled again, made complete and beautiful in her soul. Storms would come and battles would rise; she would be tried and tested in many ways, and even so the story continues, but know ye this–He held her and led her all her days, and in the end, He would bring her to His own happily ever after.

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