
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise… (Maya Angelou)
How do you find the breath and air to rise in the midst of the challenges and trauma of these days?
… watching for the brushstrokes of God
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise… (Maya Angelou)
How do you find the breath and air to rise in the midst of the challenges and trauma of these days?