Suffering.
I wish I had the words for anything at all. Instead feelings pile up, crashing against the inside of my skin. I wonder if you see the quickening. I wonder if you know what I cannot name.
Supplication.
I want to be in a different world. A world that knows slow. A more beautiful world, a world where we are wrapped in the magic of stars. I want us to know discernment. I want us to be wise.
Intercession.
Names flow like water over stones. They float on downy wings, whispering protective incantations into the air we breathe. We come together and fall apart, the whole of us shifting, fluid. Gifts come wrapped in brown paper bags. The youngest among us works away a clearing. Now this patch of earth can breath. Now so can we.
Rain.
I need this world, this one we make together. Here we have no need for perfection. Here we are human. We return to each other, to this earth, again and again, to feel out together what it is all becoming.
Rest.