Surrender
Why do you slash your tender heart,
with a knife honed sharp by remembered pain.
Lay down the weapon of your mind,
and rest in the arms of surrender.
Forged from the steel of your love.
Moulded soft by the gift of forgiveness.
Warmed by earths many blessings.
Shining bright with the glory of life.
poem by Karen Delaney
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