one day
maybe soon
maybe in another life
it doesn't matter when
but it will happen
you will see
what you do
is not who you are
in this moment of seeing
you will have a choice
continue what you do or
become who you are
the choice will be obvious
but it will not be easy
the momentum of what you do
has carried you this far
it is familiar and safe
who you are is precious
like a newborn child
you want to hold
but you will not be able
because your hands are full
of what you do
the only way to hold the preciousness of who you are
is to let go of the burden of what you do
in this brilliant moment of letting go
the kingdom of god is at hand
maybe soon
maybe in another life
it doesn't matter when
but it will happen
you will see
what you do
is not who you are
in this moment of seeing
you will have a choice
continue what you do or
become who you are
the choice will be obvious
but it will not be easy
the momentum of what you do
has carried you this far
it is familiar and safe
who you are is precious
like a newborn child
you want to hold
but you will not be able
because your hands are full
of what you do
the only way to hold the preciousness of who you are
is to let go of the burden of what you do
in this brilliant moment of letting go
the kingdom of god is at hand
Exquisite!
ReplyDeleteLove this! So beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI really like it. rachel
ReplyDeleteSo right... poetry is such a light and soft path.
ReplyDelete"the only way to hold the birth of who you are
ReplyDeleteis to let go of the burden of what you do"
I love the image of the baby cradeled in strong hands that you selected for this poem.
We are so busy in the world that this statement becomes true in our daily reality until something significant happens and awakes us from our stupor. We are suddenly aware of the bigger picture, but this state of awareness often passes as we retur to our routines.
Porchia
This is pure heartsong, as profound as any poet of history. Thank you for sharing.
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