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When you've
Been hurt
Repeatedly
And impossibly
It's hard
To trust
Again
Hard to
Live soft
Unprotected
In this world
Hard to
Live soft
But please
Don't change
Who you are
Please still live soft
Please still live vulnerable
Please still live open
This hard world
Needs the gift
Of your softness
A rare gift
Borne of strength
Given to few
I
know
That
this
Is
scary
I
know
You
are
Afraid
I
know
How
much
This
hurts
And
what
I
can tell you
Is
this
I
am here
I
am not leaving
I
am not scared
And
I will walk
Beside
you
Through
this
Until
we find
Both
the peace
That
has left
And
the hope
That
has hidden
I
will walk
Step
by step
Alongside
you
Until
we find
The
way
Back
home
What brings
My heart
To tears
Today
Is different
Than what
You’d think
It’s not
Another
Disappointment
Not
Another
Unbearable
Pain
It’s simply
The shock
Of things
Gone well
After a long time
Of things
Gone wrong
Some mornings
I wake up
Feeling exposed
For all
That I'm not
Feeling small
In this big world
Aware that
My efforts
To ease
Life’s pain
Are hardly enough
Given what’s before me
Feeling foolish
For trying
To keep my hope fire
Alive
And when
Mornings like this
Come
I offer still
My hardly enough efforts
And smoldering hope fire
To the world
Because really
What more
Can I do
Heart full
And still
This day
Taking in
The life
Before me
Grateful
I have stood
Face to face
Against fire
Nearly suffocated
In its
Hot blast
Held my ground
Though it tried to
Push me back
And that fire
Seared my body
But couldn’t
Burn up
My soul
I stood
Face to face
Against fire
And in the end
It was the fire
That backed down
I used to
Seek God
Second hand
Through
Structured studies
And weekly lectures
And widely accepted
Interpretations
And then
I would try
To make
What I had learned
Fit the circumstances
Of my life
And to be honest
It was
A forced fit
That never
Quite worked
Today
I don’t try
So hard
Today
I live
Immersed in
The circumstances
Of my life
And the lives
Of those
I love
And here
God is revealed
Clear as day
Everywhere
In everyone
And everything
I encounter
I find God now
First hand
In the lives
Of fellow travelers
In souls
Dancing free
In the sound
Of spring evenings
In the faces
Of my sisters
In every breathe
In the deep
Sweet peace
That is mine
Second hand theories
Beautifully replaced
With first hand
Experience
A gift
I wish
For us all
I ate
A cookie
For breakfast
Today
Not the healthiest
Of choices
I know
For a girl
With already
Too tight
Pants
But today
I was reminded
How fleeting
Life can be
Today I chose indulgence
Today I chose the cookie
Because today
Again I realized
That life
Is much
Too short