Your tiny self
on those days
without bearings,
looks in on you
and this world
for guidance.
Poetry, if willed,
lends us courage
by means of its
powerful language,
giving us vision,
that we might
see beyond
the fragile surfaces
of our lives –
boldly enduring,
hazarding ourselves
through life’s cycles
and difficult terrain.
Carry everything
you want to say
to its conceivable
and expressible end,
awakening conversation
with the almighty,
which, of itself, is
personal and distinct
at the same time.
Real, undying love
can never be
legislated or coerced,
but you can speak it.
Do you not sense
how you carry
the sound of its calming
truth on the red of your lips?
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