Poem by Holly Ann Kasper
3/15/2020
Here’s our pretty little box
to hold our pretty little
thoughts…
OR what if not so much?..
…what if we filled it to the
brim,
with REAL thoughts
& prayers within?
With our messy, ugly tears;
and our deepest darkest fears;
Not so pretty;
not so little;
not so trapped.
Because this real imperfect world,
needs more real imperfect love;
to come together in new ways,
in these strange and trying
days.
Instead of packing all away,
the overwhelming fears;
Instead of waiting now to pray,
while we hide from all our tears…
What if we open wide,
and we refuse to hide;
Can we maybe start
to heal it,
because we maybe
start to feel it;
even
when it’s
still
so blurry?
We can ask and we can pray.
We can rest and wrestle still…
Yet not hurry;
Disarm
the worry,
while
we settle deep inside.