Tired heart of the meek, I wish you to beat.
Tired hearts are calloused, built like a palace.
Pain locks the gates, building up hate.
Let those wall’s crumble, and fill it with the humble.
Let’s start with one, until we’re warmed by the sun.
-R.D.Jess
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Hi, I am R.D. Jess. I am a christian writer and postpartum doula. My relationship with my God is not a religion but a state of who I am. I love being there for others and find that writing the hard truth is the best way to make people feel less alone.
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