Such beautiful,bombed-out battleships you are!
Simply stunning!
If nothing else I say rings true, I pray these words do:
You are gorgeous!
The way strength and pain intertwine in your eyes
is reminiscent of sunrises, shining
like God fused stardust and music and drew beauty from clay
and made you!

Yet you, are slowly fading away.
Your fire
Used to burn brighter
Your legs strain from the weight of holding whole days with you,
I pray these words stay with you.
Welcome wounded warriors!
Leave that sword by the door,
Drop your armor elsewhere, we've come to help here, so come in.

Forget your struggles for a bit,
Let the weight of your mistakes simply slip away,
You are safe here, so stand.
Like God is your Father
and He would split the Red Sea to get you to safety.

Stand TALL.
Like your shoulders are razorblades
sharp enough to cut the glass ceilings you've built yourselves.
Like palm trees are weeds to you and flying,
Flying is easy!
You just leap from really tall things and believe you can!
Stand like your souls are unshakable,
And if you let our Great Anchor aweigh, there's no storm that can break you

We all know,
Sometimes the waves are too large
The ocean, too dark
And we seem so far from home to feel known;
Some days, we all forget who we are,
Stuck on what we think we should be instead,
like I'm not quite Dr. King
a Jedi, or a dinosaur, I am a miracle.
The seventh of six miscarriages
90% chance of down syndrome, born without a hint

I believe in miracles
You are a miracle!
Light dances in your eyes like ice skaters
Your glow is Aurora Borealis
Train your eyes to see how important your now is

We are miracles.
Of vision and near-death experience.
Of chance meetings and dead writers whose words still inspire
We may sometimes take the hard-headed road
But where we find ourselves does not define us.
We were designed for more,
Step forward.

We have room to grow vast as oceans and galaxies
So set these broken ships to sea.
We're NOT hopeless.
We'll weather this weather together and
Sail these stormy seas.
May hope and Holy Ghost hold us all
And when our stories are told, may the records show
The world wasn't worthy of our call.