Saturday, May 14, 2016
Expecting the worst, you look and instead here's the joyful face...
Your grief for what you've lost lifts a mirror
Up to where you are bravely working.
Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
here's the joyful face you've been wanting to see.
Your hands opens and closes and opens and closes,
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralyzed.
Your deepest presence
the two as beautifully balanced and coordinated