Sometimes when the Shoulders gathers me in.
It makes me want to cry.
Just...being close in the sanctuary.
Near to him and all that makes him strong.
His powerful arms could crush me, not small.
But his spirit is tender when he holds me like that.
Like a flower.
And he makes me feel all that is feminine.
After a day of laundry and scrubbing the toilets.
A day of agonizing character training.
A head aching day of heart hurting.
And it seems all might be well.
In the safe well of his embrace.
My eyes leaking everywhere.
On his shoulders,