“The solution of the problem of life is life itself. Life is not attained by reason and analysis but first of all by living.”
-Thomas Merton
Well, I’ll not claim perfection, thank you very much, but I will claim life.
Oft pushing through the shadows, determined chasing down the light looks like
in the midst of the spills and messes, letting go without defeating
then ever, ever, ever strengthened stride.
With the sun tomorrow rising I’ve got these stars in my eyes-
this anticipation is not the slightest bit hyped-
It’s the wonder of a child, loved, forehead kissed and whispers, quiet, “good night.”
It’s deep roots and wide wings and solid ground and far flight.
It’s slumber rested and enemy ignored and wonder flaming from inside.
It’s hope and redemption coupled, dancing, and I will claim life.















