You drop to the earth, open your palms. It’s either brokenness or the heart’s humility that brought you here, to Earth-bottom. The form is the same, the borders of feeling broken or humble are almost indistinct: pain humbles you and your humbling opens you up to your pain, the world’s pain. There is no longerContinue reading “May you land on holy ground”
"May my body be for what it was intended: an expression of Your grace. And what small ways I make with this poetry – what songs and friendships I form, what migrations and ripples I disturb in the world – may they have something of Your signature on them"
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