Mama Monday #108

 

a labyrinth I walked today in Leavenworth at our friend's house 
🔆

The path ahead,
When I don’t know
Which way to turn,
When I pray
And I’m met with silence,
When all I can muster
Is Why?,
Meet me in the breeze,
Wipe away my tears,
Meet me in the meadow.
Breath of heaven,
Meet me in the unknowing
So that I might be known.
-Kayla Craig

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