This does not have to be a hard life to love. There is not enough time to let it stray too far from my hands.
SCHUYLERYes, this life is mine, but more often I watch it take place and my hands feel too far away to touch it.
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I still know the fabric of where I begin and end.
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I want to wade into the water on the sidewalk, crawl out of this feeling without giving it a name. Take a lighter to love’s sticky edges so its sadness isn’t caught in my throat.
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The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
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I’d get lost in this green, ferns leaning against the trees, soil stuck to my feet, never dream of finding my way back again.
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I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
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Change is not a four letter curse word I once believed it to be.
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How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
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For now, I’ll bring what I can to my own four walls. I recognize the purpose, the promise of this: a church is made by its space, by its practices.
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I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
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In a dream, my fingertips pulse. I’ll be patient in my blooming. In a dream, I let time pass through open hands.
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Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
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Your anger, your sorrow, your fear, are okay to feel through, no matter how big it feels now.
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I know I could be an astronomer of this swooning.
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Please come here, but not too close.
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I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
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