To get to the core
Of human experience,
That’s what I want
The beating heart
Flesh, blood and bone
All the grit
And all the grace
Of what it means to be living
In one of these glorious and fragile bodies.
To live from the centre
Of this
To drink deep
Tasting all the flavours
Fearlessly opening
To my fiercest pain
My most sacred longing.
To breath in the fullest breath.
Draw the world and its sufferings into my own heart.
To breath out
And in voice, in song, in word, in poem;
Cry of agony,
Shout of victory,
Whisper of tenderness;
Let fly all that must be heard.
Without thought, without holding back.
To send these honest prayers
Like birds, up on the wind.
Where the breath of God
Will draw them in
And God will weep
And rain down tears of mercy
On the children of the earth
Who stumble
Under the weight of Love
They must carry
