Sorrow creeps into my heart
like a crazy caterpillar
and eats everything in sight.
Then falls exhausted
into a dreamy upside down slumber,
while the delicate paper-thin chrysalis
pulses with new life—
silent transformation.
From the broken walls of my heart
emerges a vivacious hope,
bourne up on the wings
of a butterfly.
Just East Of Crazy Land 
The Holy Spirit flows and binds heart to heart when we simply are open and vulnerable, when we share our true inner self, struggle, pain, it connects and triggers the key to other people’s buried pain and helps them to let go as we do, surrendering to the Light.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You have understood me perfectly! This is a big part of why I write so much about grief. Thank you, Melanie, for being such a kindred spirit and putting this into words!
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂 we have an understanding that I cherish
LikeLiked by 1 person
Likewise! I’m so happy we have “met” online, because I value my few fellow blogging friends a lot. You might be far away, but you know my heart and are in it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLike
Heart touching.
God bless
LikeLike
Thank you, sweet Franci!
LikeLike