Wedding

Let it come

don’t lay your soul,
in the field of broken dreams-
it isn’t always what it seems,
what’s keeps you-
in this wasteland is dying,
keeping you from who you are.
what creates the crevices,
that makes you fall so deep,
it’s hard to keep-
your eyes on your rising horizon.
do not hold yourself,
to your place of shattering-
though you may weep,
love reaches in-
with more than the reasons you,
try to hold as your anchor.
love fills the gaps,
that overlaps-
between memory and yesterday,
lean into today, what is here-
right now.
let it come to,
bring you completion-
life never comes the way-
you think it should,
what bends the path-
away from your past,
takes you to who you are.
come from your brokenness,
from your groundless falling-
to movement of love-
through your soul,
it will come with light-,
to your eyes with inward waking,
lifting you up,
when you feel forsakened.

Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
Artist Helena Wierzbicki