Poetry: Stretch

Stretch

A poem by Taylor Gilmore

I stretch out my arm to hold the little hand of the little girl

who is stretching way too fast for me.

I want to keep and hold her ‘little girl’ self close, while…

letting her go to grow and become who God created her to be.

Opposing thoughts can stretch a tenuous hold on sanity

We stretch our muscles and our minds until they are

loose and warm and wiggly and ready to do…something.

Faith pulls and stretches.. relentlessly…

until it breaks through boundaries of non-belief.

By faith, Abram stretched into Abraham

and this makes me wonder who I am being stretched into

and how long it will take…

because I know I’m not her…

yet…

Because…

I don’t feel done.

 

**Note: This poem was written September 2, 2014. I have no idea why it has been sitting in my drafts for three years.

Be Blessed

 

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About Taylor Gilmore

Certified Spiritual Life Coach, Law of Attraction Coach, and Reiki Master Healer. My purpose is to help you heal your soul wounds, and release the fearsand limiting beliefs that are preventing you from living a joyful, abundant life. You were meant to soar.

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