Tuesday, April 23, 2013


the practice of seeking out the lovely in the gutters of life,
that moment at the end of the day where you lay your head down and give thanks
regardless of circumstances
despite the blood and the sweat and the chills and the unknown
the morning breath that whispers
"this is the day that the lord has made, i will rejoice and be GLAD in it"
even though church isn't part of your life anymore
but you feel grateful, oh so grateful,
 for all that memorization
 done way long ago.
the determined devotion to optimism
that you notice has been waning recently despite your best intentions
so you go out to find it.
to notice the beautiful world around you,
the people who make a difference every single day
the innocence and free spiritedness of children
{we could learn something there}
you make eye contact with the ugly
and face it head on even as your heart pounds and your chest tightens up.
you make eye contact long enough to notice the catchlight there
and then,
without fail
{i promise you, if you keep looking}
the exhale comes.
the beauty pours in
the gratefulness arrives.
there amongst the weeds of your life
there is life.
there is light.
we go on.

1 comment:

  1. too true, there is always something beautiful to be found despite the ugly