Broken Angel

Today we are introducing another guest blogger.  Her name is Brianne (aka Bri) and those of you who read the blog regularly have probably noticed the honesty and depth of her comments.  Today she shares a poem and we hope it to be the first of many.

Her head held low

A face she does not show

True love she does not know 

Is this her time to go? 

Feeling broken and afraid

Asking why she was made

Kneeling in the shade 

Praying to be remade. 

You are the seed I will sow 

You will flourish and you will grow

Be still as I create a different view

Please don't fight these hands that hold you. 

My love, you are not broken

Listen to the words I have spoken 

Though you have been wounded 

You will never be excluded. 

No need to earn grace

Keep your eyes upon my face 

Your wings know how to fly

Just spread them and soar high

You are whole 

Perfection is not your role

I smile when you open your heart 

This is where your life will start. 

I will keep you calm 

You are embraced in my palm

So get rid of the broken labels

Because you are one of my angels. 

Brianne Gibson

3/16/12