this seems to resonate with me today as i sit at my desk, grieving my daughter's pain, feeling my own in knowing what's to eventually come. i wish to run, escape from what i feel, but that isn't possible. the best i can do is feel what i feel and accept that life is unfair much of the time. life wounds us and we may never heal completely. maybe we aren't meant to because those wounds are what can open our heart, or for that matter close it. we get to choose. whether consciously or not, i have chosen to allow it to open mine. therein lay the gift amidst the pain. my heart breaks open and love spills out. - sc
There is a crying
that happens at night
that does not come
while the light is with us.
There are things that cannot
be evaded
once the sun goes down.
Small nocturnal creatures
with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the edges of
belly and heart
when the darkness descends
and the void inside
grows larger.
that happens at night
that does not come
while the light is with us.
There are things that cannot
be evaded
once the sun goes down.
Small nocturnal creatures
with sharp white teeth
silently gnaw at the edges of
belly and heart
when the darkness descends
and the void inside
grows larger.
It can split you open.
And the bone
in the centre of your chest
aches
like the cracked wishing bone
from the turkey breast.
in the centre of your chest
aches
like the cracked wishing bone
from the turkey breast.
And if we are strong enough
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
to be weak enough
we are given a wound
that never heals.
It is the gift
that keeps the heart open.
that keeps the heart open.
Oriah Mountain Dreamer © 1995
