Friday, August 7, 2009


so it comes with

it’s own heave of

grace given weight

to put us on our knees

in gratitude and grief

to the beauty of breaking

more open...

more willing,

more heightened

more expanded

more of everything

right up to the edges

to spill forth

in rivers of wet weeping

life force

that wants and doesn’t...

want it all

to be left dripping

in puddles

of passionate choices

that led the way

the way we could not

not follow

to our running, our flying

our being tossed

and turned

to be back on our knees

in grief and gratitude

and in humble repose

waiting for the next wind

to blow us...