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Foster mother unjustly bereft.

Three children at risk.

Pain, fear, danger.


Divinity bursting at the seams of flesh.

The rescue, the truth, the justice.

All loving.


The gap.


Cold drowning waves below.

Doubt, wait, and hurt blowing.

Winds push troubled heart to the edge.


Strong right hand takes our frail.

Power, beauty, goodness in sight.

We lean into trust and hope, caught.


The bridge.




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