The Most Important Thing
I am making a home inside myself. A shelter
of kindness where everything
is forgiven, everything allowed—a quiet patch
of sunlight to stretch out without hurry,
where all that has been banished
and buried is welcomed, spoken, listened to—released.
A fiercely friendly place I can claim as my very own.
I am throwing arms open
to the whole of myself—especially the fearful,
fault-finding, falling apart, unfinished parts, knowing
every seed and weed, every drop
of rain, has made the soil richer.
I will light a candle, pour a hot cup of tea, gather
around the warmth of my own blazing fire. I will howl
if I want to, knowing this flame can burn through
any perceived problem, any prescribed perfectionism,
any lying limitation, every heavy thing.
I am making a home inside myself
where grace blooms in grand and glorious
abundance, a shelter of kindness that grows
all the truest things.
I whisper hallelujah to the friendly
sky. Watch now as I burst into blossom.
Hold Out Your Hand
Let’s forget the world for a while
fall back and back
into the hush and holy
are you listening? This breath
to write the first word
of your new story
your new story begins with this:
You are needed—empty
willing to say yes
and yes and yes.
Do you see
the sun shines, day after day
whether you have faith
the sparrows continue
to sing their song
even when you forget to sing
stop asking: Am I good enough?
Ask only: Am I showing up with love?
Life is not a straight line
it’s a downpour of gifts, please—
hold out your hand
This Thing In You
will not take no for an answer.
This that somehow
beneath the heavy hard hurry
of your conveniently
noisy life. This shapeless
something that shows up
even when you forget
It does not
or sensible, will not let you get away with half-hearted lifeless lies.
It’s that wordless
that does not know how
to be quiet. It will continue knocking until you throw open
the door. Until you become
Ablaze. Awake. Madly in love.
The dazzling artist of your own
I cannot begin to describe the peace that comes over me when I read your poetry. Your words are like oxygen. And they also unify. Gosh, how we need unifying forces right now. You help us see the humanness in each other and show us HOW to choose love in small, everyday actions. Please know that every lifeline you have written has touched my heart. Please never stop writing and throwing out lifelines. - Rachel Macy Stafford