Healing Shows Up

Healing shows up for us, dear soul,

Without hidden costs or fine print

Despite our stubborn inner resistance

Even when it feels as if there is no escape

From our self-imposed prisons.

Healing finds us in our destitute places

Requiring only an open and willing heart

To take the first step down an unknown path

To walk away from doors long closed

To make the difficult, pivotal decisions

To follow our deepest intuitions.

We do not need to leap out into oblivion

Completing metamorphosis to earn the next clue,

We only need to listen carefully to our souls

And with hope, take the first step forward

No matter how illogical

No matter the timing

No matter what we must let go

Toward what will allow us to truly grow.

I Choose Hope

I choose hope

And if the stars begin to fall

We will wish on them, dear soul

Until the very last ones remain

Still gleaming, still clinging,

Against the rise of night

The way they always do.

I choose hope

In this unpredictably brutal world

Full of harshness and hidden softness too

Seeking out the tender moments

Until the very last ones remain

Like treasure chests glowing

In bleak, unlikely places

The way they always do.

Magnificently You

Who was it that first whispered in your ears

That to be loved, you must be without flaw?

You are marvelous as you truly are,

Worthy by birthright, perfectly imperfect

Fueling movement forward with learned experience

Refusing to wallow in the mire of old grievances

Always, always turning your eyes toward hope.

Dearest soul, there is no need to linger

On the perceived failures of a past long past

They are tiny specks in a lifetime of upward climbing

And you are here now, standing with honest intention

Trying, learning, building, discerning,

As stunning as the stars

Beautifully refined, magnificently you.

Ferris Wheel

On the Ferris Wheel of life we hold our breaths

During the slow and tedious ascents

When our feet are dangling in nervous suspense

The excitement building with each steady rise

White-knuckled against the calm of the skies

Awaiting the moment when our hopes will sink

Trusting in our soul’s determination to survive.

There is that moment before the final descent

The whole world stretched out at our fingertips

A reverent but charged pause at the beauty of life

Before we plummet downward into terror and strife

Making our last confessions as we cling on tight

Sailing downward, stomachs lurching, lost in the night

Facing our worst fears in a rapid free-fall

Still reeling as our plunge into the depths begins to stall.

Then with a nervous laugh we admit that we survived

Hearts racing with hope, determinedly alive

Having outlasted the incomprehensible descent

We turn to each other a say: “Let’s try again!”

Healing Found Me

Healing found me with my back turned

Unassumingly seeping in through my unsettled feet

While I stared with sunken eyes at a future lost

Already determined that the hourglass of my life

Had reached its final clinging grains of sand.

I was hurting, dear soul, so very misaligned,

Believing I was exempt from experiencing joy

Grieving, breaking, sick, disintegrating

Unaware that goodness is what we all deserve.

Healing caught me completely offguard,

But in it, my soul reawakened slowly and steadily

Until pain became the catalyst of regeneration

Hope took its place as the steady ground beneath my feet

Suffering became a necessary stepping stone

Leading to the wondrous beauty of today.

Here and Now

There is no need to see the horizon ahead

Because here and now, there is hope

Love lifting our tired shoulders

Even as the way before us disintegrates.

There is no need to know what will be

Because here, in this wondrous moment,

There is peace settling into our souls

Even as tomorrow begins to unfold.

There is no need to fear the elusive unknowns

Because now, in the present, we are alive

Showing up with strong, resilient hearts

Even as the shadows tremble and quake.


The world as we know it has turned upside-down

And we are walking like strangers inside a foreign town

Familiar streets now laced with traces of fear

Trying to find our roots again in spaces once held dear

It’s like we are close to arrival but not quite yet

Hearts remembering traumas our brains attempt to forget.

Perhaps there are milestones even in the deepest dark

Like warm, glowing lights leaving a trustworthy mark

Through the looming fears and the unspoken depths

Like a hand to hold onto as we carefully hold our breaths

Attempt the healing process in the face of the unknown

Leading one another to the safety of our home.