Some days we wake and our bodies ache.
We can hardly keep our lips moist for the consuming fever, and all suppleness has left
our limbs.
We seek the comfort of a fortress made of pillows
and the sweet friends who offer to bring over juice and soup, or their favorite passwords.
A true love will hold us close through the shaking and the
medicine will fix us in time.
(Sometimes we secretly rejoice, because we can finally rest. Rest. Rest.)
There are so many ways to wake up.
Other days
we wake
and our minds ache–a heaviness infuses our thoughts and
on these days even the truest love
seems dull
and so far away.
Even the sweetest heart is held at arm’s length and
though we feel sorrow
no more than a single tear will fall.
We’ll say
It’s the wind
and let treasure slip by unnoticed.
We’ll say
It’s not important
as we sink deeper and deeper.
It’s hard to rejoice in these moments.
It’s hard to remember that we deserve gentleness and rest.
If we’re lucky, we’ll feel our feet touch the murky bottom
and the slight tug at our hearts, urging us awake again.
But when we crack heavy eyelids
there is such brilliance waiting for us.
It takes just a fraction of a moment to remember
all we have received
to make it this far.
And just a little longer to remember
that our lives are a love letter
simply signed,
Thank you.
