I can’t be everything to every one
Good enough is not measured
In weeks or years
I don’t have all the answers
And that is okay
Still, time is an honest companion
And death is an angel on my shoulder.
I believe in the clarity of sunlight
The winking white flowers
The harmony of voices
Blending sweet as honeyed wine.
I drink deep of this nowness
It is fleeting and delicate
Like a bird nesting in my heart
Tending to her newborn chicks
pained from eyes opening to reality
Brutal, chaotic, ever so strange.
I face the beast of it
Knowing I’m good enough
Knowing I am okay
Knowing I am miracle
I am the shine of sun and moon
The shine of forest leaves and hummingbirds
I face, I face
That which makes me kneel
I am unafraid.
With the purity of love, we will overcome