Each step

One day at a time
We take it this way
And so it goes
In life, in music, in art
And every other place
Day by day
We make our way
We shape our paths
Through little steps
Which don't seem much
But every one
Has its own
Direction
And thus they must
Have an effect.

I see the road ahead,
But not too far
Where it shall lead
I do not know
And yet I want to go
Along this road
Because it seems
To beckon me
With hopes
And not because I know
Just what the walk will be
How long or steep --
But I feel one day
I'll find myself
Somewhere
Along this path
And it will suddenly hit me
That I have been
Made free.

To hold everything

Today
We could take all these troubles
And throw them away
In one day
We could walk
And touch forever
We could look
And see that the horizon
Never ends.
We could take hands
And hold everything
And die,
And lose nothing.

Forever seems so vast -
Yet somehow I feel
We are holding it.

Loneliness

Loneliness
Surrounds me
From the inside
It seeps through me
Even with people
All around me.

How can one be lonely
From the inside out?
Who can reach
Into a lonely soul?
Perhaps only
God.
  
E. Hopper: A room in New York, 1932

This can be saved

I do not believe
That we
Are unsalvageable
More than this-
Unredeemable

I do not believe
That death is eternal
Or that
Relationships are temporary
Or that Truth
Is Negotiable.

I believe in healing
I believe in all healing
Of every person
Of every creature
Of every wound and pain
Of every size and kind, and age -
I believe
This can be saved.

There is a hole
In my heart
Where you used to be
It cannot be repaired
It cannot be replaced
A hollow, empty space
For only thee.