Now tell me what
point it is to
spend the day
nutrient levels
in my heart
no longer beating.
I watch as carefully
my body falls
silently into the
bounty of life
spent, not healing,
requiring too much
balancing and precision.
I give up my
fate to god’s light
expecting that those
gentle yet terrible
hands will hold me
close and fair.
My soul, my essence
does not change
nor move in this
quiet tumble of
mottled skin nor
labored breath.
We have wrongly
assumed that our
destiny is without
error, or trial or pain.
Flowing grace comes
in these expectations
and handicaps.
We only have to give
voice to nature’s
destiny, letting love
flow like the wind
to the sea
and upwards into
the highest clouds
of soul’s delight.
We honor all these
encumbrances, all these
joys or great abilities.
For these separate,
whole and holy acts
make up the stand
of life’s true value.
In my heart I cry
for being different,
for strength that
is not there.
I ask for miracles
yet they surround
me every day
passing through
my lips and eyes.
Truly blessed.
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