your spirit has been mended
in the broken places.
You know . . .
those wounds we sustain
from traveling halfway around
the Circle of Life.
For some of us, life begins
in the middle. . .
as a firestorm of loss and change,
and the deepest despair we’ve ever known.
And through it all we are kept aloft
like a feather caught by a breeze . . .
with nothing beneath us but the breath of angels.
We learn that scorched earth
is as much a beginning as it is an ending,
intended not to punish but to cleanse;
and that love and life are eternal.
Revealed are our seeds of Truth,
rooted in the fertile soil
of Wisdom and Gratitude.
And it is there that we grow and thrive
in the unfiltered brilliance of infinite possibility.
And so, this is the way our spirits are strengthened . . .
at first by the breaking; and at last by the mending.