It was a Beautiful Day

In the neighborhood

Until a seed that had been growing 

for 23 years

in the heart of our neighbor

sprouted up one day

as a thorn 

 as a result of his consistent cultivation

of 

unforgiveness and brokeness.


We were hurt. We were angry.

But now 

we are healing.

I am so grateful. I am beyond joyful to know

that every day I have a chance 

to raise my heart to the sun

like the daisies of the field

and ask for the power 

to love the broken

as I have been loved

for I too am broken. 

We all are. 

Be we can fix it all.  

It's not easy to live out 

but 

it's not that difficult to start:

harbor your ship

in 

gentle waters.

Hate has no place on this journey of mine. 

I want to live.