Consider for a moment dying, often
Consider finding a treasure, invaluable, beautiful, and giving it away
Consider your 8 to 5 job, your 10 to 7 sleep, laugh
And choose to work always and sleep during your breaks
Consider cold coffee, cold food, warm milk
Watch your body expand and contract
Watch the lines around your eyes
Watch when you no longer want to
Watch because it is what you do
Cry because your body is fire and joy and the shunning of the garden
Cry for you are blessed among women
Cry when what you have is grown and growing and parting and moving on
Cry, smiling at the thrill of gladness and downcast about the gravity of sorrow
Laugh, oh sweet woman, laugh!
Laugh because all that you have is a mere drop in the bucket
Laugh for the swift feet and small hands and burbling lips
Laugh into the arguments, the slamming doors, the long nights
Laugh because the joy set before you, you have endured
Remember he who flung the planets, whose love made a way back, aches for you.
Remember the pain, so quickly followed by elation at a fragile naked frame on your chest
Remember that the stretched skin and the lines are jewels
Remember to remember, but remember to press on and press into
Press into the shelter of His wing
Press on towards the next thing, the next chapter in a wonderful story
Press drying palms into the soft grass and lower your face enough to breathe the wet, the growing, the oft cut and always returning
Press your love deep, know that it finds its way there no matter what
- The Benefits of Competition - August 15, 2016
- Battling at the In-Between - November 2, 2015
- Press Your Love Deep - June 15, 2015
It’s a sweet idea that is hard to live out. It should be “whose,” not “who’s,” I think. Thanks for sharing.
So, so good, Jake. This is beautiful.