Posted on January 9, 2018 by Jenn Zatopek
When I feel the crushing weight of grief,
of relationships lost, of rejection,
I go for a walk and look up.
Last night, the evening sky grew rich
with lavender and gray,
swirly silk banners flapping in the wind,
as the sun went down.
I wanted to fall into the blooming sunset,
the fiery streaks shattering my senses.
I know the mothering the good earth provides,
how it nurtures me, no matter how I look or feel
or act, the same way Someone else does too.
It’s not about what I do at all, no,
only about who I am, of being held and seen,
of being deeply known and loved.