Another carelessly, carefully hidden mess has spilled out onto the floor And it's a pain I have never felt before Your pain I have never felt before I shudder at the thought of the moment when innocence broke When it turned inside-out at the blasphemous words the one you trusted spoke I shudder at the heaviness you carried the memories you buried and the silence you had no choice but to choose Please believe that amidst the shame and fear, your Mother held you near To all tho

All the page corners you folded All the little wonders you showed me Sterile halls and careless over-sedation Eyes glazed from too much medication Peace in the mystery and the litany of history Gentle blue eyes and the wildfire in your mind Healing wounds that are itchy and poems that almost rhyme The depths of something I'll never understand More than you can hold in your own two hands The moving line where water meets shore And when you can't remember what you came into the

The wounded world creaks under the weight of 7 billion bruised hearts. How many trips around the sun until they find their rest? How many sleeps jostled awake until they look up? The Unbridgeable Gap has been bridged. The Leap beckons. Complete simplicity at an infinite price.

Sometimes we hold on to hope with a white-knuckled grip as we wade through darkness with nothing else to hold. Sometimes our hands get tired and we lose our grip and hope slips out of our fragile fingers and tumbles to the floor. And sometimes our hope gets all mixed up with the good things happening and we momentarily forget our need to anchor ourselves to anything besides the ground beneath us. But we must always be aware of this hope and cling to it tightly, both when the