sostenuto

it is a pity

that the sky slips so silently

through dusk and day,

that you linger in sorrow

and unspoken starlight—

forgetting that there is

inexplicable beauty

in helping

and in needing help.

i hope you remember

that accepting mercy

in the breeze that carries

the watchful clouds

is healing, too,

and find solace knowing

that the heavens which have seen

all this and more

still adore the earth enough

to sustain it.

perhaps one day

you will learn the secret

of the dappled shadows

the taste of rain

and the twisting of roots in their soil;

perhaps one day

you will look yourself

in the eye and whisper

I am enough—

and mean it.

but until then,

i hope you trust

that there is love here

in this wide world—

tucked away in the

mysteries of things.

there is love enough

for you