the Spaces Between the Wildness

Life doesn’t go

According to plan

Along with the sweetest dreams

The worst nightmares

Manifest

In

Nasty divorces

Sick children

Homes foreclosed

Loved ones dead

Jobs gone

Trust violated

Bodies crippled

The changes come

As rapidly as

The monsoon

In July

The wind whipping

The breath

From your lungs

The scream

From your throat

The thunder shaking

The foundation

Of everything

That seemed sacred

And safe

You lose

Your footing

Like an

Uprooted tree

The rain

Pours down in sheets

All over your head

None of you

Is untouched

By its power

A surprising moment

Of chill touches you

As the icy grip

Of FEAR

Wraps around Your heart

Like a vice

What will happen

Next

You wonder

If anything

Will ever be the same

Once the storm stops

All is blown

And soaked

And ruined

But such is LIFE

Unpredictable

Wild

and

Your OWN

Though it is

Nothing

Like you imagined

It can be

Even more

Than you dreamed

If you look

For the beauty

and the healing

The storm

Brings

In the spaces

Between

The wildness

If you stop

To catch

That breath

You thought

Had escaped you

And notice

The gifts

That the storm

Imparts

And the life

That continued

In spite of it

The full moon

Framed by majestic

Clouds

The scent

of rain

and creosote

The space left

For something new

to grow

where the uprooting

happened

Look around

If you purpose

To find the beauty

and the healing

The storm brings

In the spaces

Between the wildness

You will find your heart

And your thoughts

filled with gratitude

A prayer of thanks

Because Life

Is nothing

Like you imagined

But

So much better

Than you dreamed