As you tumble from the thicket of this year to another
and contemplate grievous wrongdoings in this world,
and how your mind has felt folded with sorrow
or slowed to a stop by the bridle of fear,
and you ask if one should wonder, at all,
why not pause. Look further.
Remember when you held enough hope that you
turned your face toward sunrise as day swung open.
Remember how the taste of honey graces
the buttery warmth of biscuits on your tongue.
Remember when you threw your arms out and
ran through the meadow greeting grasses and flowers.
Remember how, when someone collapses weeping
upon your chest, you are strong enough for all of it.
Remember that when your wounds were harsh that
healing remade wholeness, a weave of lace and steel.
Remember how bees, beetles and birds keep
good company among a delirium of cherry blossoms.
Remember when you dove into green lakes to search
for anything and fish flashed through your legs, and
you got tangled in murk so broke surface for air.
Down you dove deeper despite worry of leeches, for treasure.
Remember the firelight, endless stars dancing above pines.
And then recall this moment here, now, is one more passing,
as our moon and sun grant us rhythm, power, radiance.
If you hold on, beauty missed today will show up tomorrow.
No one can bear up your life as you can, nor clear its hurdles.
No one else can inhabit your heartbeat, nor recreate your story.
So give it more tenderness, allow it the good rest it deserves.
Ignite your natural illumination so it pulses in this fog, that cave.
Your walking in this place of thorns and berries will bless the ground;
if you lose sight of things Light will gather to lead your feet.
It will bring you along with heart and soul, and you’ll think of angels.
Love remains everything you ever wanted to know.
Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, everyone, and may you embrace your blessings. Find the small joys; may we each be generous with them. I will be back later next week.