Call of the hidden heart Ambient light seeps through a small crack. Unassuming. Gently awaiting the invitation. An Invitation to enter. To heal. To offer golden warmth to the hidden areas. To the rooms cold with closure. Ones concealed and locked in cavernous depths. The fragile areas. The broken. The bruised. The cracked and fractured. The hidden heart is the draw. Each cry mirrored. Every pain felt. A tender longing to encounter every memory.
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To hold them with loving embrace. An offer to listen. To enter and feel. To attend with extravagant care the before, during and after. Your past, present and future. Cherishing the offered trust. Weighing not apprehension and doubt. An invitation to keep company in the process. Present during all facets of the healing. To repair the irreparable. Bring wholeness to parts. Build bridges over gaps. Newness to the old. Beauty for the ashes.