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| embracing the storm |
Storms cause damage. And when they start attacking you- blowing through the open windows of your soul, ripping things off the walls and shattering the glass in the front door of your heart-
the healthy thing to do is get your friends to pull the yellow couch out onto the porch
So you can all sit and feel it at the same time
At first you want to run,
Storms aren't always fun
But you can sit there, juntos, strong like a wall
Laughing at the sting of fat raindrops on your face
so happy to be alive in the middle of a war.
you can sweep the mess up later.
And, therefore, let the immeasurable come.
ReplyDeleteLet the unknowable touch the buckle of my spine.
Let the wind turn in the trees,
and the mystery hidden in the dirt
swing through the air.
How could I look at anything in this world
and tremble, and grip my hands over my heart?
What should I fear?
-Mary Oliver
:)