Word Plow

When will you learn to accept

the unconditional love of who you are,

and realize that these words

and phrases do not define you;

that they are, instead, what you

have been gifted for connection?

When will you let them go

with less anxiety for how you are received

and more peace about how they might

open those with ears to sense

their own connectedness

to the vastness of their own enoughness?

Don’t you see how they emerge;

how you type them and return to them

over and over, as if you are the one

who can decide when they are ready –

as if you can somehow perfect them?

Yet there is a deeper place

which knows that these words

come from beyond you;

and that your returning is not

for the sake of others,

but for your own, so that you

can learn to absorb and live them.

What if the words and their worth

belong to the universe?

What if your primary task

is to sift through the collections,

looking for the places where

your own and others’ pain

have created sacred spaces

for the words to rest?

What if your calling is to cast them

on ground that life’s plow has turned-up –

your own, and others’ –

and let the universe do the rest?

Photo by Todd Jenkins

© 2014 Todd Jenkins