I choose to fully inhabit my days
to allow my living to open me
to make me less afraid
more accessible
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing
a torch
a promise
I choose to fully inhabit my days
to allow my living to open me
to make me less afraid
more accessible
to loosen my heart
until it becomes a wing
a torch
a promise
after while you learn the subtle difference
between holding a hand and chaining a soul
you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning
and company doesn’t always mean security
you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts
and presents aren’t promises
you begin to accept your defeats with your head up
and your eyes ahead
with the grace of a woman
not the guilt of a child
and you learn to build your road on today
because tomorrow ’s ground is too uncertain
after awhile you learn that even sunshine burns
if you ask for too much
so you plant your own garden
and decorate your own soul
instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers
and you learn that you really can endure
that you really are strong
and really do have worth
you learn
with each good-bye
you learn
like water falling down onto a rock
not a strong, surging stream
but something more like a quiet, trickling flow
drawing no attention to itself
making hardly a sound
seeming to have little effect
but over time
as this incessant little rivulet washes down onto the hard surface
even though it slows sometimes to only a slight drip
it continues to have its effect
in time changing the surface of the rock
carving a small channel into its seemingly unyielding face
so it is with the love of God
though it may seem that all efforts to bring it to pass are so meek as to be ineffective
over time the hard surface wears away...
and a way is made for the stream of love to flow
let your love flow down on me
O God
wearing away all that is rough
and all that obstructs your flow
let everything about me be formed by the stream of your love
amen
success comes from strength
fruit comes from weakness and vulnerability
intimacy is the fruit that grows through touching one another's wounds
and yet
there is the danger
the bandages on one's wounds can become one's identity