The Tiniest Drops

 

Where did we learn to be the way we are--

the crazy cruel parts of who we are--

we look to the innocence of childhood

& wonder--

how did it go so wrong

as the years rolled by--

is the classroom just this life,

or does it extend wider & deeper

to places that live in imagination--

no answers of course,

but in the questioning,

we bow humbly & search,

always search,

for the tiniest drops of kindness,

and there,

there,

we build our hope. 

 

All-encompassing

 

The brain

within the mind

within the soul

surrounded by the heart, 

all companions on this journey

of life & death,

tranquility & 

ferocious cries.

Oh, but that the soul could reach the mind!

& the mind could reach the brain!

& all could be healed in an

all-encompassing

beat of the single heart,

the wide, wide heart

of the Mother

of the Father

of the Spirit 

of redeeming

Love.