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love let it be

forgive i

concluding sigh

renew i

resilient

sovereign fly

love let it be

forgive i

:::

presence

is the absence of time,

the fulfillment of joy,

the remembrance of gratitude,

the answer to "why?",

the disposition of love,

the rhythm of acceptance,

the destruction of fear,

the embrace of uncertainty,

the heed to what is.

:::

under the watch of adversity,

i was maimed by your healing;

burned in the kiln

i came out fortified---

ready to be poured.

        may it be love that i pour

        and tears that i collect.

:::

the support beam came from a tree.

this wine, from a vineyard.

these potatoes, from the sodden earth.

these clothes---a factory.

but you---my friend---my comrade---

my soul of a soul...

i am tiring myself

to reason how you came to be;

were you fastened from a collection

of stars strung together by love?

from a single drop of dew

in the grasslands of Jesus' lap?

possibly an ethereal well?

i will run myself wild if i reason much further.

:::

oftentimes,

we hear the wind filtering through the trees.

the next time you hear that familiar sound, stop.

look up for just a moment.

listen to the tree's words;

I crest.

I bend.

I dance.

I sway.

more than all, I am pliable.

the wind pushes me around

to remind me of my pliability;

it reminds me I am adaptable;

i have learned not to fight against the wind,

for the wind simply shows me

I am capable of withstanding;

I can face change

without sacrificing my strength.