Prickles and portals and play it again….

Sometimes into life’s overwhelm come soft days
so thick with grace
that the volume gets turned up
on your dreams
so loud that it drowns out some fear,
shaking dance back into your feet
until your heart starts taking on hope
like a ship sinking fast in a sea of fresh mercy
as heaven storms down light so fierce
that it swallows up the dark.

When you’re not there right now,
when all you can feel is the cave you crawled in
bone tired and seeking shelter
and the gloom works it’s way on your soul
and you’re hungry for good air and tall sky
but you feel as weak and small as the yelp
that gets stuck in the dry of your voice
( I’ve known this place)

Can I remind you,  friend,  that it’s there still,
that place where darkness got sliced until the light spilled in;
still there waiting with the warm buttery peace of something realer
than what you can see,
waiting to wrap you again in that firm strong love
that breathes courage
back into all your despairing places.

It’s there now waiting and you can go there still
along the backroads of your mind;
where maybe even as a child
you felt it sweet in someplace truthful and gentle
and it’s there still like a portal
where you feel free and profoundly okay.

You are brave enough to lean on in;
Open wide and go again
to that door that is uniquely gift to you,
where you step into the undriven purpose
of being welcome and known and affirmed with great affection.

Go stand in that place and let love sing down her songs over you again.
You belong,
the starry heavens whisper.
You belong.

“Fear is the cheapest room in the house.
I would like to see you living in better conditions.”
– Hafiz

Prickles, pain and portals….

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Sometimes into life’s overwhelm come soft days
so thick with grace it seems the volume gets turned up loud
on your joy
and it drowns out some pain
shaking dance back into your feet,
and your heart starts taking on hope
like a ship sinking fast in a sea of beauty
as heaven storms down light so fierce
it swallows up the dark.

When you’re not there right now,
when all you can feel is the cave you crawled in
bone tired and seeking shelter,
and the gloom has worked it’s way on your soul
and you’re hungry for good air and tall sky
but you feel as weak and small as the yelp
that gets stuck in the dry of your voice,
(I know this place)

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 Can I remind you,  friend,   it’s still there,   waiting 
and you can go along the backroads of your mind
to that place where darkness once got sliced open and peeled back
and the warm buttery peace of something realer than you can see
wrapped you soft linen in love
and you saw some living light
as it smiled courage into your frightened places.

You felt it then,  remember?
You were maybe still a child but you stood beneath a portal
and in that sweet someplace you felt gentle,  undriven purpose
and profoundly okay.

crack in everything

You are brave enough to let your heart remember.

Open wide and go again….it’s unlocked to you still,
that door that is gift to uniquely you.
You’re welcome and known and waited for with great affection.
Go stand in that place
and let love sing her songs over you again.

You belong,
the starry heavens whisper,
you belong.

“There’s a crack in everything.
That’s how the light gets in.”
-Leonard Cohen