by Johanna May
Underneath the jagged hours
adding up life
there is warmth,
a kind glow, a muted peace.
there is a cushioning assurance,
an option, a reversal.
There is a focused softness
in measuring each breath,
of recognizing you are present.
living and being,
of all the random convergences,
that occurs to make you something else:
If you stripped off all the conditions,
the world prescribed for happiness,
you already have the ingredients for it,
what more: you can share
your light, your love, your presence
to those still grappling in the dark.
Even the hurricane
has a soft place
in its eye.
Where we can wait
till the storm passes.
Posted on 07/27/2023
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