I wake in the night saying thank you.
In the morning the words still on my lips
Unspecified gratitude,
Gladness like a geyser bubbling up inside.
I resist the urge to name the source
and sit before the morning sun and savor.
I wake in the night saying help me.
In the morning the words still on my lips.
Unspecified grief,
Sadness pulling me back into my cave of covers
while the sun, relentless in her dailiness,
proceeds without permission.
It dawns on me
My life, my glorious goddamn life.
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How simply and beautifully you’ve described the mind-boggling phenomenon of feeling both of these things in such proximity, Juliana, particularly at times of transition. Surely a glimpse into what Jesus called “abundant life”, Kabat-Zinn, “the full catastrophe”. Thankyou.
so proud of you! Many blessings!
so proud of you!
Wonderful. Your ongoing creativity mines so many experiences.
Such a beautiful poem, Juliana.
I am filled with memories and gratitude for YOU and your limitless creativity, insights.
Dawning is beautiful!