Sunday, September 28, 2014

It




It can come into you at any time.
You can feel hollow, dried out,
defeated.
It can come into you.
You might not know it,
but it will be there,
a subtle happiness in the blood,
a bit of color in the dark.
It can happen. 
You might be like a tattered flag
waving on the bastion of a weary
and lost cause;
it can come to you.
It can knit the fabric of your being,
seal the holes in your soul,
it can do that.
When your breathing labors
as you climb the steep mountain
and you think you have no steps left in you,
it can lift you further. 
It can do that for you.
You might not be looking for it;
you might not know it exists;
you might have forgotten it;
you may never have known it,
tasted it, longed for it.
It will find you, remind you,
show you what is beautiful,
prove to you what is worthwhile,
make your worst fear
bearable.
It can do anything. 
It can come into you
when you deny it ever existed.
It can enter you
when you have done your utmost
to banish it from your heart.
It will find a way to your heart.
It finds ways, always. 
It knows
what you are,
what you have been,
what you will become. 
It can come into you
at any time.
It is already in you,
it never left you,
it is here.