Women of LegendBethany Joy Lenz

O my child, the heart is a perilous thing.

The heart crowns all paradoxes of God;
made of muscle and steel and fire, but frail as the sparrow’s wing.

Women of Legend are not born– they are grown
out of spit and dirt and fire and sweat;
they are not a glamorous flock.

They have grease underneath their fingernails
and wrinkles around their eyes.
They have bruises from too-hard pounding upon their breasts.
They have lines from laughter and their feet are callused
from barefooted adventures and sojourns.

Women of Legend are grown out of the spit and dirt and fire and sweat;
their significance is secured in their steadfast response
to unimaginable pain.

photograph by Elle Moss

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  1. Very beautifully written

  2. YOU ARE A GENIUS JOY!Thank you for sharing this very inspiring.:)xoxo

  3. This is beautiful and inspiring. Thank you for sharing it with us!

  4. This is seriously beautiful. Love it. LOVE it.

  5. Oh my joyous, u’re AMAZING!

  6. Lovely as always!

  7. Beautiful

  8. amazing!

  9. “Women of Legend are not born– they are grown
    out of spit and dirt and fire and sweat;
    they are not a glamorous flock.”

  10. Love! :)

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