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On a Night When My Daughter Is Struggling

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , on November 8, 2023| 16 Comments »

I won’t tell her it is up to her
to repair the broken world.
Perhaps that comes later
with pen or needle, pointe shoe or song.
But for now, the thing to do
is to sit together in the broken world
and feel how it is to be broken.
To let shame sit with us.
Let grief sit with us.
To feel the sharp nails of fear.
It is not wrong to feel small,
to feel frightened, to be lost.
Nor must we feel these things alone.
So for now, I sit with her
in the brokenness
with no tools, no salve,
no metaphor of redemption.
It is not enough, perhaps
to meet brokenness
with nothing but love
and breath and a willingness
to be nowhere but here,
but in this broken moment,
it is everything.

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One with a Mud Pit in the Middle

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on October 22, 2020| Leave a Comment »

playing tug of war—

my future

my past

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One Blessing

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 24, 2018| 2 Comments »

 

 

 

wrestled by the moon

until daybreak, until losing my name,

I, too, am shining

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Struggle with the Divine

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , on August 1, 2012| 7 Comments »

Tonight, the storm is not here, but I see it
in the distance. Lightning unzippers the air, white shock
of illumination. The sky doesn’t hide its bruises.

Dark tents of rain settle over the flats.
And the thunder, no matter how distant, grabs me
with its enormous hands, shakes me by the shoulders,

and tells me to hush. If the angel came to me tonight
and said it were my turn to wrestle, would I tussle with him
until daybreak? Would I try to shutter him out? If he pushed me

to the earth, would I leap up and run? Or lie there and let
him take me the way the rain would if it were here?
I hush. Must we fight for our blessings? Must we steal

for our birthright? The wind dances the leaves,
ravages my hair. Angel, please do not come tonight.
I am tired. Uncertain. Oh, you are already here.

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