That moment when we break in two
under humanity’s weight
Moves us into the maelstrom of being.
Realization reaches out.
These random notes create music
Only the broken can hear.
The only things that matter
Are the things we cannot know,
Echoes of a story we imagined
Long ago,
A whisper in the darkness
In the middle of the night,
“There are clearings in the forest
Where the world is charged with light!”
As always, thanks for dropping by my corner of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula, where everything is beautiful in its own way, random reflections on a quotidian life in the middle of nowhere included.
See you soon!
Kathryn's Opinion 