waiting to grace you

stealing this from another writer whose work resonates. she can be found on the blog www.rootsofshe.com

Like the sky holds the storm

by Rachael Maddox.

there is a woman in a room full of poetry waiting to grace you with

healing hands

she knows without ever knowing you, how much your tired heart needs

her loving touch

she will tell you as you stumble to lock up your heavy bike–

as you stand beneath the crying sky, for yet another day–

that you have arrived to the right place

and she is so glad you came

her smile will hold your sadness

like the sky holds the storm,

her creased eyes will see straight into your soul

and you will say nothing

but she will hear it all

as you rest there together beneath your crying eyes

she won’t be the first person to fetch you water

but she will be the first to fill your cup with healing–

to hold it all, like the sky holds the sunset and the storm

sometimes all in one day–

and she will ask, like the miracle of sabbath,

if you can stay and rest a while

to let her sing sunsets onto your storms

and you will smile through knowing tears

and you will sigh tornadoes of hope

and you will fall like waves in the gulf

and you will surrender to your tired, trying body

and you will laugh, i mean really laugh, at your attempt to defy nature

and you will say yes as sure as the dew kisses grass at dawn

not because you’re well-versed in yeses

but because no storm lasts forever

and even sunrises need someplace to rest.

[this "she" is how i experience God. being with us as we rest, reminding us how happy God is that we've come, that we've brought ourselves to God. may you experience hope, and falling, and surrender, and most of all, healing. this is my hope for you. love, b.]