As clear as day, the message sang renewal and hope into my weary soul. Etching themselves upon my heart, the lyrics pierced through layers and stirred the dormant seeds beneath the surface.
"You are a skin of love stretching across all.
Soft and tender, you are able to feel pain.
You are scratchable, you bruise, you burn.
When one part is threatened, you are the first to stand guard and protect.
You feel, you wince, you weep, and though a fire burns through you, you do not relent your position,
because in time you know you will heal and cover all with love."
"You stretch from fingertips to toes.
Soft caresses are delivered through you; hope touching down to the worn and needy.
Thick callouses know your wisdom of trial after trial; delivering strength and endurance to the parts which need it most.
Nothing can break you entirely or forever because the love that pours out the wisdom within you stretches deep and wide."
These words, their own familiar touch, sank deep. They trickled down intently. The seeds awaiting their day of deliverance drank in. They shook, and gave way to the budding energy ready to emerge. Through the darkness they rose; breaking the surface and springing up into the light.