We are confronted, and invited,
By life’s momentum
To let go of everything
Eventually letting go of life itself
Everything goes the same way
Through the same door
There is an agony in this
That renders us helpless
And brings us to our knees
We want to shut down the pain
And turn back the clock
But opening to it
And knowing we are not alone
Brings a drop of sweetness
In the midst of suffering
That’s all we really have.
(For Debbie)
Poetry of Beauty 