I would rather be g~d's breath

crawling across the earth

or the place of fruitful death

resigned to new day's birth

where fences are mended

and tatters un-torn

where wounds come unwrapped

as wisdom is born

where fear is unwelcome

and love is life's toy

where the feast is not crumbs

but a platter of joy


Be still and know that I am... 

 

Taking some time out to remember that sometimes I am the wounded. Sometimes happiness has no ground because life is hard. And hard is not the obvious loss, but rather the undeniable hunger. So I have woken this sleeping giant within me and now she is insatiable. She growls with a hunger I had not known before. She stomps furiously as the earth quakes and her tears fall into tidal waves that wash away cities of yesterday. 

 

Who is this girl? The one more beautiful than she'd ever been, with a fire burning brighter than she ever knew she had?  How can anyone so alive feel so dead inside? But this death is not to be feared. It is merely a respite from which she will rise again.

And her spirit will crawl 'cross the earth and rise up to the heavens. For this is good.