some wounds
would take the whole earth
to heal....
last night
rain danced softly,
like feathers
through my open window....
delicate drops stirred still air,
drawing my attention
to their sweet secrets....
quietly,
like shimmers
through a web,
i heard whispers
of comfort,
reassurance....
i remembered how once
i had heard
the great one
speaking to me
through desert rocks....
i had leaned my tired head
against their warmth--
they radiated a whole day's worth
of desert sun
into my fearful heart....
listen:
i have been here since the beginning.
i've seen everything there is to see.
you are no worse
and no better
than anyone....
keep going....
some wounds we carry our whole lives,
like amputations....
what was torn out
exists only in the other world....
in ashes,
in dream....
i listen and remember--
this soft gentle rain
falls on everyone,
everyone....
if i turn my face up to it
and stay very quiet
and listen very deeply,
i can feel love
seeping right down into
this suffering heart....
everyone
everyone
is worthy of this
deep and private love....
________________
©2011
beth anne boardman
