She

Stacy Wills @stacywillsart

I immediately loved this when Stacy Wills painted it in 2012. It hangs on my healing room wall to remind me who I really am.

Late of heaven

Her being still glistens

With the pulsing golden dust

Of that holy place.

She skips up one side 

Of rainbow’s arc

In cloudless sky,

And slides down

Its other side

Laughing in sheer delight

At its beauty and its grace.

She is a warrior, brave and noble

Her spear of truth

She heaves

To hit the mark

In both friend and foe.

Yet, it does not harm or kill—

Only melts in healing balm

Within those hearts

To cause growth.

Her soul reaches to her Maker,

Another brave and true.

Forms a channel for His goodness, love, and power

Grows daily ever larger

As He fills her.

She marvels at newfound power,

Aware that change has come

Is here

Has been here for a long age.

She welcomes the adventure.

Looking back, upon the dewy ground,

There lies a dried up shell,

A crumpled, molted sheath

That she recognizes as herself

Of old.

No longer needed and outgrown.

She gazes at it long and lovingly

With forgiveness and thanks

For its protection all those years.

Then, turning her beautiful face

To the glorious sunrise

She strides boldly off

To life.