This entire poem is a poignant song of longing
for becoming who I want to be.
How timely its directed to winter.
"Burrowing into the den of my heart" and meeting
the "feral creatures of rage, grief and shame
with reverence for their wildness"?
That is a journey asking for more courage than I can muster
however, I long for the capability to
become intimately acquainted with them without
turning away, silencing them or acting out in violence.
I'm not adept at allowing growling and howling...
(I'm afraid they'll hurt someone and its my job to prevent that)
yet, I trust I can learn to feed them with compassion.
We are sorely in need of compassion these days.
"Can you show me how to bear the frost of my fear
with grace, how to let my misgivings melt?"
Fear is like a terrified toddler at the mercy of
big people looming over them, needing to learn
it has power of its own and how to use it wisely.
I must not let it paralyze me.
"Can you show me how to bear the heaviness of all the lonely years
on my body like patient soil beneath firm feet of snow?
She moves from one potent topic to another
with remarkable precision, doesn't she?
"Would you reveal how to be present to my body
with the gentleness of bird wings
fluttering open to yet another dawn?
A deep, deep sigh, with a fervent yes.
"Will you show me how to be open to love
the way the clouded sky is open
to thousands of tender snowflakes
falling through it?
I bow in humble gratitude to Elyza-Breath Blooming/E.B.B.
for giving us these word images in honor of winter.
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