centre

The edge of life

The edge of holiness

A thin moment

A kiss and a whisper in the dark morning

And I lie there

as the sun lightly kisses the earth

that life is not found in bigness

it is found in each moment

but will be open to it

Open enough to drink it in?

Beating Breathing Heart

human pain

I’m apart of human pain

Of suffering and fear

Of dust and dirt

Of laughter and tears

Relentless striving

The heartache of existence

I’m apart of it

My heart opens and closes

Beating

Breathing

A living thing

Broken

over and over

And yet it still beats

And loves again despite the risk

Arms flung open

Another wound expecting

Constant healing

hope resurrecting

I’m apart of the broken hearts that still beat

I’m apart of it all

I am human

I’ll always choose to be human.