shift

shift

Jasmine Williams

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04 June 2021

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Poetry

in the inner man

a sweeping

a draining

a purging

in the inner man

a mist

a sprinkle

a downpour

inside of me // a change // a breaking // a freedom // a newness

I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar has changed/ At one point the tears stopped flowing/ But my cries were still heard I've cried these tears before/ They are nothing new/ But the year on my calendar changed/

There is a freedom that comes with remembering things. Even painful and traumatic memories can lead to freedom. The freedom comes when I invite the Lord to be with me. Lately the Lord has been leading me to remember how He has protected me and has been with me from