I WHO HAVE DIED
I who have died am alive again today.
~e. e. cummings
I have surrendered to the darkness
of loneliness, of foreign spaces.
Where did you go when you were afraid?
I sat on the kitchen floor and wept
for my golden house, the porch,
the rock in the meadow.
Broken butterflies predicted loss,
so many losses. And today
I live again. On New Year’s Night,
two owls flew over my head
in the dark garden. This morning,
there is snow. Again I live, again.
This was inspired by a lecture by Br. David Steindl-Rast about the practice of gratitude.