I'm leaving this time

I’m leaving.
This time.
I mean it.
Not like a child
leaves the room angry,
but like a mother
leaves the child
for a Holy moment
to cry it out.
Cry it out.
CRY IT OUT.
Do whatever is necessary
to learn the
BIG lessons.
In the moments
where no comfort
is offered
because you
are becoming
whole
within yourself
aided only
by Spirit.
Reaching.
Acceptance.
In the best sense.
The point at which,
like the Psalmist sang,
“my soul is like
a weaned child
within me.”
Until the
kicking and screaming
deflates and softens
into a
bowed down
DEEP down
laid-my-burdens down
surrender.
Into.
Deep.
Breath.
The peace
will come.
When you leave
some space.
In between the everything
of your life.
I’m leaving
this time.
I mean it.

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