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?
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.
The insistent activity,
the lifelong pursuit,
Unravelling the mystery of myself.
