Sugar and Spice

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life

If I could stand at the top of the towers and speak to some little  girl in this world.

I would lean over lovingly, hug her tightly and whisper ...”You’re amazing.”

If given the opportunity, I would take her tiny hand into mine so that she could feel “Certainty”.

Flow the falls of positive vibrations that spin from the palms of my own into her tiny unknown grasps....

...and show her that she resonates...

Light...

In ways that could never be outshined for she has never seen the darkness that peaks after night...

I would tell her...

“You... are sunshine.”

Peering past the closeness of trees awaiting to kiss the skin of someone in need.

Yes... If only I was allowed to speak...

I would tell that  beautiful little soul that SHE...

....Is. So. Much. MORE...

More than what this world before her is going to be willing to give her credit for...

That there is no wonder in any  woman alive nor GI Jane far and wide

That could replace the markings set forth of what she possesses inside...

And I....

I promise...

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If she were my very own... I’d pull her close to me and let her know that mommy became a warrior simply for her honor...

That I and the women before her chose the most strenuous of paths

Skipping through prayer and broken glass

Just for a chance with God in THIS MOMENT to witness her laugh...

And she...

She will never have to feel my past...

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Because she  will know that there is something inside of her that no one in this world could possess...

The glitter, the  paradise and all the makings of a young disney princess...

Dear. God. Yes.....

She will understand that was created nothing short of His very best...

So that when she finds herself laying closely within the realm of mommy’s chest...

...from the fears of an unknown dream.

I’d simply squeeze the  confidence of courage back into the fiber of her innocent young being...

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Oh, If I could...

Dear God....

I would...

Hold the face of that little girl...

right within the center of my hands...

Clasp them tightly around the innocence of her oblivious cheeks...

So that she can confidently know..

As she looks back at me..

That she will never wither.

Nor fall beneath the softest of the sands..

She will feel the radiation of light cascade to her... from me..

And I'll know that she finally understands...

That because of me..

She will have no  doubt...

And she will know...

That finally... "she can".