Free Write #352

Blessed beyond measure,
But, harboring a guilt that resists grace.

I walk in favor I did not earn,
Ashamed to stand in fields I did not sow.
But guilt cannot till the ground behind me,
Nor does shame feed the hungry.

I am learning to hold joy without trembling,
To let gratitude pour into open hands
And to spend my blessings freely,
Sowing into others as I was also sown.