Choosing joy must be like breath,
constant, necessary.
So, a thousand times I love you,
a thousand times I love you, too.
Generous Wisdom | Spacious Heart
Wise Heart Practices of Movement, Metaphor, Meditation & Meaning
Choosing joy must be like breath,
constant, necessary.
So, a thousand times I love you,
a thousand times I love you, too.
After an Easter vigil’s consecration
dawn cracks with such rotten angst
I’m left with nothing
but belief.
A warm mug rests
in my hands while fairies,
gossamer skirts and wings floating,
chase their little monster through the house.
I watch them run
past empty and full
laundry baskets, over the
clean, unfolded towels and sheets.
The breakfast dishes wait
on the table while I stare
at holiness in bare feet,
Christ in comforting disguise.