even on the hard days
exalted being
full of grace,
remember to forget:
surrender struggles to catch it’s breath,
then falls soft
as evening prayers at twilight,
gathering into the corners of our hearts
before falling full
onto the center of our living circle,
free and happy as a Friday night.
next morning’s sun fills us,
each day, each season.
nurture moves with grace,
evolving slowly thru
our caring hands,
our grieving hearts,
our shared experience,
our acts of courage,
the healing salt of our tears,
the energy generation of our joy.
with pieces of our true love,
we fly flags,
of prayer,
of peace,
of poems,
of our own making
to heal the worlds –
within us/
without us.
we allow –
simply complex.
we understand –
clearly unclear.
we stand and fill our world with
the beauty,
the mystery,
of sound,
of hum,
of laughter,
of voice,
of music,
protecting us
from lesser gods,
the terror all around.
love is the shield,
love is the answer,
love is the choice,
love is our glory,
our salvation,
crowning us
sons and daughters
of the King.
at times,
in spite of our broken pieces,
our refusal to believe,
even our darkened hearts.
–
astonishing,
isn’t it?
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AL
awakens us from dreams,
a crack opens in the wall
and in seeps the dark stream
with pieces of broken things in it,
and blood, and our own ragged edge,
and in seeps the light,
and the voice singing.
We want to pull the wall around us,
the sorrow pouring in,
but it is breached now,
it is only an illusion,
and we are out in the dangerous light,
the fragile street,
tender as everyone else,
ready to duck, ready to weep.
We are all refugees now,
foreigners, except to foreigners.
It’s the egg that is cracked,
the stone rolled away.
If there is a place for love,
for your own brave soul, this is it.
The cord in another’s heart
knotted in yours,
the hand reaching for you
you can reach out to.
Terror and the stillness,
and the voice singing.
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Steve Garnaas-Holmes
Unfolding Light
and for each person in this world 🙏🏻