poem

Remaining Grounded

So I am Told

Unknowing

Denial

Look Well

Lines of Becoming

Always Already

One More Time

One is Called

Remaining Grounded

If my purpose is to stand amongst human carnage
with drying tears,
will my heart give out one day?

If my purpose is to question human blindness
with my heart filled with compassion,
will my aching arms fail me one day?

If my purpose is to embrace hope
with limbs of strength,
will my feet stumble upon unexpected roots?

I wonder,
in the giving out
in the failings
and the stumblings
of my purpose

if sleepiness is possible......................