A Poem For You

Altars of loss, change and uncertainty

There’s this fragile, 
bleeding-hearted aspect
to life that I just didn’t
want to feel.

It sent me on a quest
to find a cure
for being human

because I truly believed that
if I knew enough, were sincere enough, 
tried hard enough, I’d somehow 
manage to avoid
loss, change, and uncertainty.

But I never found a way 
to immortalize my 
loved ones and I never found
something that was untouched by change
or that was completely free of doubt. 

I just met a deep grief for 
spending so much time away
searching for relief.

Now, loss, change, 
and uncertainty
are alters I pray to 
every morning

and I don’t ask to be saved 
from them or
plea that they will 
somehow find the mercy
to alter what they are,

I urge to feel them, 
so that 
they 
can change me.

So that these unwanted things
make me softer, more humble, 
more willing to bend where 
I once refused to meet my 
own fragility. 

A reminder that we’re not here to change life. We are here to allow life to change us.

A Gentle Question

What is making you softer, humbler, or offering you a more intimate relationship with Mystery at the moment?

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