Some things are too big to be processed
Too difficult, too tragic
Not suited for fitting into
Neat little boxes
Bigger than words
“Unfixable”
In any tidy, clean-up-any-trace kinda sense.
Some things defy understanding –
Even if our tiny brains clamor for and demand it.
Some things just beg for
Peace –
As in quiet, and time, and protection.
Some things are too much for us:
And yet we’re invited into them all the same.
Some things are sacred
And ought to be treated as such –
Carefully, quietly, beseechingly
As seekers:
Not as ones ready to impose any will of our own
But as wide-eyed children:
Ready, open, and open-handed to receive good gifts,
– whatever they may be –
Wise direction
As given by the Giver
Not to be infringed upon by lesser ways of being
That we may be ready and willing to share on.
That we may be ready and willing to share on.
Oh, make us so…
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