by em claire
Do not pretend that The Longing
has not also lived in you,
swinging like a pendulum.
You have been lost,
and thieved like a criminal
into that darkness.
But life is tired, Deep Friend,
of going on
It is like the hand of the mother
who has lost the child.
And if you are anything like me, you have been afraid.
And if you are anything like me,
you have known your own courage.
There is room in this boat:
take your seat.
Take up your paddle, and all of us
– All of us –
shall row our hearts
From Silent Sacred Holy Deepening Heart
© em claire