The Great Thawing
How can I touch your tender face
When my heart has been frozen
for as long as I remember?
Buying the groceries.
Doing the laundry.
Cleaning the dishes.
And that is calm and sane
compared to the pace of paid work.
I *had* to toughen to keep the wheels turning –
To keep up with the pace of keeping up.
This is surely madness!
How could I forget your tenderness
Your simple needs for my human touch
To be bathed
To be fed simply
To be held, to be gently rocked
To be touched tenderly?
It is time to plant firmly the banner of humanity.
The banner of care.
The banner of simple love,
rather than getting the impossible workload done!
I live in a body
It is flesh and blood and bone – all living.
My heart beats with mourning the years lost…
being absent from this body.
And my heart lifts up
with the choice to re-inhabit
to come back home.
Because this world needs
soft embodied people
who can love through to the core of this earth.
Who feel their hearts beating
and speak the language of love.
Who are able to reach out
and touch the face
To kiss the beloved
with the soft lips of a broken heart.
And to fill this world
with a love everlasting.