Land here,
Softly with me.
Maybe we could
Contain the
Uncontainable nature
Of our lives through
The manner in which
We land.
A kind of landing
Where our heavy
Laden hearts
Could at once
Be as dense and heavy
As they ever yearned to be.
So that they could sink
Deep into the rocky layers
Of this Earth
And speak and say things
That every stone would say.
Give way to what you hold to hold you.
Give heed to where life places you now.
Accept the puzzle you’ve been given.
Let up on trying to let go.
Our problems is not the problem.
Our pains are not our pain.
Our inexplicable grief is
Our inexplicable grief.
Waiting for us, this presence
Which is strong & bright enough
To bare the sorrow we’ve been
So hesitant to know.
