Marking the Day

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It came like thunder in the night
leaving us shaken and uncertain.

We hunkered down to weather the storm
but were swept away without direction.

Disoriented and broken 
with the world swirling and passing us by. 

The eye of the storm held us tight
and battered us with shards of glass
leaving us in cycle of fight and flight.

A planting took place.
The heat gave way to cooler days.

The leaves that were once green and provided shade
were released leaving the place and our soul barren.

Tears flowed.
Exhaustion settled into our beings.
Laughter and lightness rose in gentleness as remembering took place.
The weight that could not be lifted became bearable.
More tears were released.

The sun rose without question.
The moon waved from beyond. 

The storm released its grip.
Our feet felt the safety of holy ground. 

I am not the same.
Yet, I am the same.

The thunder has turned to a sunrise 
and the pain now a quiet echo.

The brown, broken leaves 
have given way to lush, green leaves
providing a canopy of coming full circle.

Tears and healing 
are held side by side.

Remembering 
Honoring
Marking the day.












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