With Love

I hold

what is here

with love —

the natural unfolding,

this clear space,

the reverence —

all of this,

including all that is

painful and confusing.

Even as I feel

the shifting ground

beneath me,

I accept and love

all of it

as it is —

right here.

I know these arms

have held

the indescribable pain

of separateness,

reaching inward

and through —

daring to hold

ALL of the pieces

of their own

shattered heart

even before it was

clear they were

not broken —

because somewhere,

underneath the confusion,

a quiet prayer was

whispered.