It was a day

Sometimes Lord

I think you have a really warped sense of humor

I started today

tired

a little frayed at the edges

ok

ragged

and it was day

full of death

and goodbyes

full of incredible hurt

and pain

people who wondered whether

you even exist

for if you existed 

how could life be so unfair?

 

It was a day to think

to listen

a day for compassion

a day to look inside

and wonder

 

to look at my own stuff

and be humbled

at how wounded this 

healer is

 

and yet

at the end of the day

there are the mountains

the sun

the trees waving in the breeze

the brilliance of black eyed Susan's

a mother doe

with twins

 

it was a day