After everything has gone wrong, after what we believed would never break has broken, something gives way and, against all despair, a sliver of light reaches us like dawn through the night window to lift our sorry face. No one knows how this works, but we are stirred to step out of our story and reach beyond all the warnings to ask for love one more time. This can happen in a second: when I pick up the book you dropped, or as a stranger asks if I’m ok when she finds me staring into traffic.
Gorgeous, utterly so. A poem we all need in these times. I loved especially "nobody knows how this works." It's true, we don't. But this poem speaks a healing truth that is undeniable!
Gorgeous, utterly so. A poem we all need in these times. I loved especially "nobody knows how this works." It's true, we don't. But this poem speaks a healing truth that is undeniable!
Love this.