I am learning how to live
with a life of altered expectations.
So much I thought my life would be
has not turned out to be as it is.
The “is” is not as I expected somehow.
I never counted on this trail of tears…….
Such things, I would not, could not, foresee.
I hold these losses gently in my open hands
and examine the threads of my tapestry of sorrow.
This is fertile soil and sacred ground,
a holy place where the stalwart work of God begins.
As I yield what once was, and what I thought my life would be
to the reality of what simply is,
I find that the “is”
is God coming to me as my life
simply as it now…….. is.
And this day, I now see, is the only one ever promised,
and this hour, the last one I may ever know,
and in this moment, all that I have to give
is the loving breath that has been given me
And I find, I finally find,
it
is
enough.
May 17th, 2013