Lord, thank you for all I do not have: burdens I do not bear problems I need not shoulder worries that never trouble my sleep I counted your love in gifts but it is here, too, in absence quiet and emptiness
Author: Elizabeth Maynard
Young
Young and empty I tried to fill myself with things, with you Now I know there is no replacing the more of less
Drop
Drop by gentle drop this world is washed clean unburdened and made liquid light
Home Stretch
We can go a long time each of us hoping that maybe if we hold on hold out, hold tight then everything at last will be all and right This is a lie we tell ourselves, each other Hope alone cannot get us home
Precious
This little precious life you have worried thin and sleepless tried to soothe but went forward limping until one day you sat and looked and understood that care for yourself was not selfishness but the precondition for every other love
Awake
Awake before an early-rising sun sleep-caught and lifted I remember the truth: this is the only moment
Peace
I purchase peace by what I give away each day deciding to be less unburdened so whatever the day the invitation comes soft or sudden I stand ready to welcome the life ahead
Stone
This beautiful stone dances on my finger though we are long past each other I turn and let it catch the light to remember what it was to hope for a future together
Worn
When you have worn yourself out with all these pains and heartaches what is left but to surrender and lived consumed by joy?
Pants
Thank you, pants I felt happy in you all day grateful to have pants grateful for these in particular I think a person who knows how to enjoy an everyday pair can learn to love all manner of ordinaries can learn to be here without complaint
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