Sometimes the heaviness
here
makes it hard
to breathe.
When my lungs
are burning
for breath
I close my eyes
& think about
the wedding feast.
The long table,
laid with fine linens &
fruits of glorious labor—
beloved faces of those
I have wept with,
rejoiced with,
& grieved—
all shining
like the glassen
sea’s surface
in summer.
I hear the wind
blowing fragrance
through the trees
in the orchard.
Joy overwhelms
me & I know
he’s coming.
I lift my eyes
to meet his own &
when he smiles,
I feel it to the soles
of my bare feet
where they plant
themselves in
warm grass,
like a tree
who knows
where she’s
growing.
He laughs
easy as breathing &
like the sudden break
of dawn over mountaintops
I breathe in
the reality that
this sound could fill
every crack,
every lack
every longing
of my whole life.
I open my eyes,
shining with unshed tears
& my heart breaks
to find myself
here
again.
But the burdens
feel lighter
with his laughter
to buoy me.
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