There is a tide turning in your life,
a season returning,
a harvest,
a plot softened by the unexpected
shower.
This is time to weep release,
dance healing, restore
from tearing.
A time to take
joy,
stake claim make returns on what you never thought remembered your name
This is that time,
it comes by once in a few ways,
crumbs of yesterday.
This is that time, a tide turning,
a season a harvest, waiting
in you.
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