to love and be loved
i was afraid
but now i am comforted
the pain is fresh
but i will not dwell there
it’s tempting
but i will not dwell there
someone will come
to understand
not to save
to share
not to control
in the smallest things there is joy
the trees will lose their leaves
all that will be left
their trunks,
naked as they came.
if i write these things,
i will know them
if i hope for…good things,
God, please come, and then
despair can pick itself up
by its own bootstraps
and fly away
a legion of despair
flying away over the horizon,
it’s leaving, the greatest beauty ever known.