Sunday, April 22, 2018


what a fragile and glorious thing
is family. so full of drama
and regret. ripe for hope.
we find so many ways to hurt
one another. through commission
or omission. you know how
we behave so monstrously.
and yet, there are moments of grace
where somehow none of that matters
or not at that moment. when
love is not just words
but releases itself in action,
pushing into our fear
and past all those years
of using words as weapons
or silence as leverage.
let family be a gift then,
and not a weight.
a basket, and not a net.
a joy, and not a burden.