He was a lost wanderer
With nothing but
A restless heart and
Empty hands.

Couldn't find any safe shelter,
Headed nowhere
On a way-less road.

Always a running fugitive
With no goal at hand
Sick of soaring through the skies
With no place to land
He cried,

"Pick me up,
Dust me off,
Put me on the right track
Don't want to roam
Like a misguided reflection
Of a soul-less apparition.
Let me arrive!"

There were no signs,
No pointing arrows
Showing him where he was meant to go

Stuck in the endless,
Empty cycle.
Trapped inside
His own shadow

"Give me something,
I need something.
Give me a purpose,
A reason,
A destination...

Let me arrive."

Rumblings and mumblings

That’s all my lips can form.

Murmurs and whispers

That’s the loudest of my sounds.

A twisted body so

Disheveled and small.

Yes, I am

Special.

Stares and glares.

Mockery and discrimination.

Everyday gifts from people

Oh-so-kind.

“Stupid,” my teacher

Whispers to another.

“Into the last class she goes.”

A stinging heart and

Angry tears flood.

I want to shout, “No!’

But out comes a deafening nothing.

You call me Special?

I am not blind.

Or stupid.

Or thick.

I know that by Special, you mean

Idiot.

Why do you look at my

Tiny frame and

Think that since my body

Cannot function like yours,

My brain must be the same?

I can do

Anything I put my mind to.

I can learn.

I can live.

I can love.

I have so much.

So much to give.

But why won’t you let me?

I think

It is you who is disabled.

You are not able to see

Everything I can become.

Who I’m meant to be.

What I can and will do.

Yes, I am Special.

Yes.

But not the Idiot ‘Special’ you think.

I am me.

I

Am

Jane.

Remember that name.

The smell of earth
and moist clay,
kissing my senses
with a rose-petal feeling.


Sweat on my brow,
dirt on my cheek,
and soiled hands,
I live for this.


Molding,
pinching,
smoothening.
The imperfections
make you perfect.


Into the kiln,
and out.
Awake, creation of mine,
step out into the world.


I have molded you,
and formed you
with my own hands.


I know
your every little flaw.
Your strengths
and weaknesses.


I made you with care.
I designed you for a purpose,
a reason,
a calling.


I am the Potter,
and you are the clay.
You are the work of my hands.
Live like it.


Do not question me,
for you are exactly as I want you.
Do not look down on yourself,
you are mine and I love you.


Do not doubt.
I am not finished.
I am the Potter.
You are the clay.
You are mine and,
I love you.

there is

no such thing

as

too much faith.



the risk before you,

take it.

breathe in

and

out.



let go

let go

f

  a

     l

      l



fear not.

feel the comfort

of invisible wings

wrap around you



let go

let go

let go

.

.

.

let Go(d)

I've found a Love
that can heal hearts
and cross realms.

I've found a Love,
an everlasting Love,
that none can compare to.

I've found a Love
that fills me up
from the very depths of my soul.

A Love that saves.
A Love that hears my cries.
A Love that loves
though I do nothing.

It's Your Love.

take a

deep

breath, and

stop.

are you sure

you want to

unlock this?

I remember the sound of Your voice

When You first called out through the storm

To rescue me.

In that moment,

That glorious moment

Of calm surrender and the fall into

Your arms,

Was the moment I first found Love.