Because
So I can’t save the world—
Because from The Unfolding by Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer
can’t save even myself,
can’t wrap my arms around
every frightened child, can’t
foster peace among nations,
can’t bring love to all who
feel unlovable.
So I practice opening my heart
right here in this room and being gentle
with my insufficiency. I practice
walking down the street heart first.
And if it is insufficient to share love,
I will practice loving anyway.
I want to converse about truth,
about trust. I want to invite compassion
into every interaction.
One willing heart can’t stop a war.
One willing heart can’t feed all the hungry.
And sometimes, daunted by a task too big,
I tell myself what’s the use of trying?
But today, the invitation is clear:
to be ridiculously courageous in love.
To open the heart like a lilac in May,
knowing freeze is possible
and opening anyway.
To take love seriously.
To give love wildly.
To race up to the world
as if I were a puppy,
adoring and unjaded,
stumbling on my own exuberance.
To feel the shock of indifference,
of anger, of cruelty, of fear,
and stay open. To love as if it matters,
as if the world depends on it.
6 Comments
Faye White
I see you’ve caught a couple of visitors on these blossoms. Have a good weekend, Monte.
Monte Stevens
Yes, photobombed as the say. I am totally okay with it, too. and, I hope you are having a good weekend!
Earl
Such beautiful summer colors.
Monte Stevens
Absolutely summer colors. I am very impressed with how green everything still is here.
geri oster
These flowers with its lovely visitors teamed with these gentle words of encouraging me to love are just the gifts that my soul needed today. Thank you, Monte
Monte Stevens
Thanks, Geri. I am glad they touched you, as they touched me, also. We are now getting a lovely and much needed rain here. I hope you two are doing well!!