This practice has been amazing for me— writing a poem first thing in the morning, and reading others’, is incredibly grounding. Here’s mine for today:
Belief
How do I hold you
without you transforming into something monstrous?
How do I cherish you
without you spreading through the well like strychnine?
You were my closest friend,
my only …
This practice has been amazing for me— writing a poem first thing in the morning, and reading others’, is incredibly grounding. Here’s mine for today:
Belief
How do I hold you
without you transforming into something monstrous?
How do I cherish you
without you spreading through the well like strychnine?
You were my closest friend,
my only tenet of faith,
strong and secure,
unyielding,
unwavering,
unbreaking,
unassailable,
untouchable.
Then like a tsunami you yielded
You wavered
You broke
You were assailed
You were touched
by something greater and wilder and more reckless than yourself:
a world destroyed and shattered in every possible way:
Grace.
I'm so glad the practice has been life-giving for you!
Amen.