As the sinuses drip and the nose runs, the head is stuffy
this is my body, not my brain or my soul
I leave all these things to you, dear Lord.
Releasing the aches and pains and worries and woes
believing that on this path, there’s reason and love and care
there’s better and higher and a place to go that makes sense.
There might not be any real reason here in this reality where I sit
but I believe in the connection between here and there nonetheless.
Let this be the fabric that weaves together my shadows with the light and illuminates me with enough sustenance
like a weed growing through the cracks
and gives me enough to reach beyond and nourish through resilience and grittiness
having faith that the garden remains beautiful even when it makes me sneeze.
