Worth Living

There were so many moments

of decision,

so many chances to take one more step

and to trust it was indeed safe to hold

out for truth

just one more last time.

I learned the art of turning inward,

healing deeply

all the parts of me that were

frightened and exhausted from years

of being disconnected from each other

and from God.

I learned there was a powerful

spirit of pure, real love —

not the imitation or false light

I had strived for.

No, not that.

This unexpected rising up of pure

Spirit was what had brought me

through trials and encouraged me

when I didn’t think I could endure.

And it was this very rising up

that, each time I glanced at the road

behind me, made the whole journey

worth living.

Embraced

It was disheartening to surrender

to the idea that love of truth

and the desire to see and protect

one’s own true spirit

and that within others had gotten a bit

scrambled.

Sometimes sacred things got mixed up

on the road to tenderness.

Sometimes darkness found its way in

where there was wounding,

And it took a while to let go of the idea

that moving further away from

true unity based on united sovereign souls

could ever lead anywhere good.

No, in the end, darkness and separation

had to be seen for what it was–

looked straight in the face

and released.

Parts of Self desperately hated,

disconnected,

and previously entwined with the dark

had to be embraced.

Together

For the parts

of us

that grieve

for all that

can’t be expressed

in words,

for the frustration

that comes

when words are

attempted

and seen to be

insufficient,

I offer my deepest

silent prayer.

Know that we don’t

grieve alone —

even when it seems

we are on opposing sides

on the surface.

Somewhere, below

the surface stories

and very real

pain,

we know we are

connected.

And we know

there is a part

of us that

is healed.

May it continue

to whisper

as we find courage

to hold our grief

and our healing

together.

Amen

In Compassion

I learned to move

in compassion.

I chose to notice

subtle insights

and find clarity.

I chose to know

myself more deeply

as both body

and spirit,

in this body for

a purpose I didn’t always

understand.

I chose to experience

negative emotions

and challenges

in new ways

and allow myself to be

drawn to new experiences

I didn’t know existed.

These new experiences

showed themselves

to me

as one continuous

quiet prayer.

And so I honored

this journey

in myself and

others.

Unsorted

I found life wasn’t

as black and white

as I had once thought.

I found I was made up

of many parts.

And so was

everyone else.

I found that

not only was I not

any one part,

my parts contained

their own potentials.

There were pieces

of denial

to be released.

There were parts

I judged

and pushed against

and later embraced.

And there was

the day I realized

I was more

than the many parts

of the whole.

And I became

determined to remain

unsorted.