A Difficult Space
How can I hold
this difficult space
without running,
without doing,
without any motion,
as I stare into God’s mirror
reflecting back to me
the green pines,
the impossibly blue skies,
and the orange pine needles
scattered everywhere‽
A prick of the pine cone
draws a drop of blood,
reminding me I’m alive.
I’m alive!
But what does this mean?
Must I learn to love everything?
What am I to do with all this love?
…
“What can we gain by sailing to the moon if we are not able to cross the abyss that separates us from ourselves? This is the most important of all voyages of discovery, and without it, all the rest are not only useless, but disastrous.”
This poem has been adapted and was originally shared on February 12, 2017, and was titled, Stardate 10191.5. The original is included in Tomorrow Could Be Wonderful: Brian's Poem of the Day: 365 Daily Meditations Vol. 1.
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