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Ordinary Miracles.

Today I am so tired

I have no space in me for big.

I must return

to the small ordinary miracles;

to the way the cup and the bowl

laid upon this table,

once earth themselves,

now,

after fire’s touch,

are something else

entirely,

and give themselves

freely

with the simple symmetry

of their curved line

to the holding of emptiness

or fullness.

Or I will drink tea,

and follow it’s warmth and healing touch

within and without,

and mingle my breath

with its vapour and touch

the journey of its essence

from far away lands

to here, to now, to me.

Or spend time simply remembering

that between the covers

of the books upon my shelves

are held

minds, lives, worlds, stories, wisdom

that will all last longer

than this little body of mine.

Or marvel at the striped stones

upon the shore that tell deep time,

layer by layer and recall

wild days of disaster and dancing

in their still sea vigil,

slowly loosing their grains

and building beaches for

children’s hands to make sand castles

with until the next tide sets them

swimming again.

Or just knowing that already

I have seen a seed

become a tree

become a log

become a fire

become dust

and

become soil for seed’s planting.

Or watch the sky

and know that the blue is

still behind the clouds

and the stars still shine

even in the day.

Or simply sit

with the slow rhythm of breath

knowing its biology as blessing,

its divine anchoring

as presence and prayer.

Today, I am so tired

I have no space in me for big

questions, queries, feelings,

problems, pains, plans,

whether mine or others,

so I will just sit

with the small ordinary miracles of being;

breathing, watching, touching, tasting

the now,

and in the now knowing

the love from which all that is, is.

I will dwell there, today,

in the wonder of it all,

in the wildness of

the small ordinary miracles

of being.

💞

Richard Hendrick

Meanwhile, back at the resurrection

night has turned to day

here I stand amazed

at my own rebirth

dazed and a bit confused

eyes blinking in the morning sun

attempting to adjust

I am completely changed

from my life to death

back to life experience

more than a bit claustrophobic

due to the burial, no doubt

I am no longer sure

if my bank account is active

or my passport still relevant

how will I go on here in the world now?

what will my friends and family do with this who-is-now me?

they who have done with grief

and moved along with life in-between

I am, for sure, no longer the way I used to be

I have, for sure, experienced things they will never understand

I have flown with angels

and seen what lies beyond the Milky Way

I have, for sure, left my fear behind me in that fresh, unmarked grave

I know, for sure, there will be no turning back,

no compromise of this wild and exquisite thing beating within me

this life of mine is mine

this heartbeats miracle will be never forgotten gift

I can only take this first step

away from this boneyard

named and dated final markers

a place I no longer belong

I can only start close in

in silent revelry walking

along this uncharted path

which will only be revealed by my footsteps

I discard my grave clothes

and turn to see the colors of my new self shining

I take a small shaky step

and find the ground holds my weight

I breathe deep

inhale – exhale

soon I will attempt to speak

with my new voice

there is a song being written

which must be sung

a beauty seeking to burst

which will no longer be denied

a love now known

which will never be unknown

I raise my hands and kiss the sky

I bow my knees and kiss the ground

I rise and begin the journey

home through the narrow gate

that leads home to LIFE

❤️

Amy Lloyd