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Hope. Life. Newness.

It is a peaceful evening in the Bowyer house. One little Bowyer is sleeping cozily in a crib made by her grandpa, and another is off at play practice learning how to be a broadway star. That leaves me, the mamma, with some quiet time to tie up loose ends. I am purposefully not tying up the loose ends of the house and trying to tend to things that involve deeper thought... like blogging!

I have a couple more poems for you all even though it is no longer Lent. This poem definitely has Easter elements to it, ones that I love because Easter means hope, life, newness. I am refreshed just writing those words.

I encourage you as you read this to claim those words. Hope. Life. Newness. There is power in them!

4.
(Zechariah 3:5)

Take away my filthy rags
You say ?
Can't I keep the smallest tinge
Of grey
Sooty, rotten, smoldering sin?
It hurts to take it off.

I must take it all from you
Today.
You can fight and smash and fume
And pray,
But that head wrap will not do.
I am giving you a new
Everything.

(Photo by Dallas Lam)

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