Season of the Divine

Thank You, Beloved, 
for holding us in your heart 
and your ways, even when 
we can barely hold ourselves; 

Maybe especially then, 
when it's hard to feel, 
but one moment 
of considering reveals 
we exist because of you. 

This every breath is yours. 
This leaden weight is yours. 

This struggle and pain, 
and every beautiful song, 
every triumph 
and every despair is yours. 

None can carry all of life, but you. 

© 2024, S. Naify