Not a day
goes by now
when I am not
brought to my knees,
buckled and broken
wide open
by the grief
and glory
of this world.
This morning,
I watched
a mountain
parting clouds
like Moses
split the sea.
Later,
the news tells me
the end is near.
Every headline
is heartbreak.
Every neighbor
shuts their door.
At night,
the sky
is a sea of candles,
each burning wick
a world
I’ll never see.
If I said a prayer
for every star I saw,
would it be enough
for God to finally
listen?
Never have I
felt so small.
Never have I
felt a part
of something
so large.
Give me a heart
to hold it all:
the fear
that would
break us,
the love
that will
save us,
the gift
within
the pain
and
the pain
within
the gift.
Give me
hands
to hold
us all
through
the grief
and glory
of this world.