time traveling.
she stepped in a field of green blades
that carried a wealth of rain fallen
from her eyes, rolled down her cheek,
laid on her lips and dove off her chin.
they were filled with memories and pain
and hurt and stains that remained permanent
because she told herself she would forgive but
never forget - she had to learn, she had to grow.
she sat in the field of green blades and lifted her
head up to the unmarked skies and found liberation in it.
whispered a silent prayer to God asking Him to
hold her in that field of lonely filled of green blades.
hold her in that field of lonely filled of green blades.
they were blades because they cut so deep
but green because each one is lending her peace.
healing is traveling right on time.
on His time.
