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A Mom’s Journey of Recovery

For the cause of “good” came destruction.

For the cause of “making things better” they became worse.

For the cause of right came chaos.

Within the chaos, I tried to fix.

What I tried to fix remained broken.

What I tried to control remained immature and fought me for freedom.

Then I became aware of my own insanity.

By admitting it I became sane.

By letting go came freedom.

By setting setting free came maturity.

By admitting wrong came humility.

By accepting humility I welcomed help from a Higher Power.

It gave me strength in my weakness.

It gave me wisdom in my ignorance.

It gave me love and compassion instead of judgement.

And it gave her wings.

And it gave her freedom to go on her own journey.

And permission for me to get out of the way and let it happen.

 

Wynema Clark – 2/20/2019 

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Believing is Seeing

Formed in love

Created with breath

Believed into life

Redeemed out of death

Chosen and righteous

Whether I feel it or not

In my ups and downs

Your love hits the spot

I’m confident, strong and eternally blessed

Living by grace

In the midst of the mess

In weakness is strength

In sadness is peace

Enraptured by heaven

Your life is released

Flowing like rivers

Out of my being

Your life is mine

Believing is seeing

Wynema I Clark – 6-24-2018

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“The Calm After the Storm”

Spring Rain
Spring Rain (Photo credit: Esteban Cavrico)

Thunder clashes as lightning shoots across the sky,

Rain pounds on the panes and I hear my daughter cry.

Darkness one moment daylight in a flash,

Fear turns to peace before another clash.

It’s loud for a moment as silence ushers in,

A deep sleep and a rest that doesn’t wake me again.

Till morning when the first rays of light peek through,

The shades on my window off the drops of morning dew.

And I open the window to something so fresh and so clear,

A most beautiful morning erased of all fear.

A freshness that only spring storm clouds could bring,

Through the wreckage the very first glimpses of spring.

Wynema Clark 3/12/2013

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