May your troubles be loosened today, dear friend – may you find yourself letting go. May you be filled with grace to finish your race. May blessings arrive each morning.
something is loosening the laces of all that was tightly held white knuckles clinched fist rigid wrist something's emerging from the deep could it be courage untying the knots? fingers uncurl hope begins to swirl something sweeps through bones and veins washing away aches and pains with outstretched arm grace takes my hand things tightly held fall to the land covered by dirt nourished by soil no need to work no strife no sweat no toil troubles now are planted in the ground of grace where goodness knows how beauty grows alive in love's embrace