a reminder
Photo Credit: Annie Spratt
We are, at best, fragile creatures planted too soon
asleep to each other and the nightmares that bind us.
And how many times, upright in bed,
have you realized that Brokenness has visited?
Slinking in like an early frost,
swallowing up what is germinating just below the surface.
And if not the frost, then it will be hail or drought,
disease or pests raiding your strength.
You will not produce in this state.
You must flip through the pages of the gospel of met needs.
warm banana bread left on porches
medicine deliveries in the middle of the night
handwritten letters and phone conversations
flowers when the dog dies
drawing a salt bath by candlelight
quiet places to cry
Then you might try to live again.
