a heart and a hand

I don’t have a lot, but
I have a heart
and a hand, and
you can hold onto them
for as long as you need.

I don’t have a lot, but
I am rooted
firmly in the ground and
I grow and I grow,
even when I am falling
back to the earth.

I fall a whole lot
and sometimes find
I am
most whole in my broken pieces.
My heart is often broken in two (million), and
there are days I cannot find
the light. Love
is a mystery and a miracle and
a steady strong hold to
my ever-questioning heart, and
there are moments I live for
all I have lost and love
that which I have never known,
and yet I know,
I know.
I know.
I know the sound of love on your lips
and the smell of a light just burned
out. I know the magic
in a baby’s eyes and I know the
beauty and pain in holding my breath as
she breathed her last.
I know what it is to love
with a wide open soul, and
how it feels to cry
for loss
after loss after loss after loss. I know
wonder and terror, fear and hope,
and I know,
beyond everything I know to be true,
that I know nearly nothing at all.
And I sit in my
unknowing
on a daily, if hourly, basis
while the world moves on and
whirls around me, quicker than I can
catch my breath.

I don’t have a lot, but
I have a heart
and a hand, and
you can hold onto them
for always,
and maybe, just maybe,
this is perfectly enough.

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