New Life

The grands' new sister turns one on Wednesday.

 Lynsey asked me to make her sister an Ava bag...Tonight it was finished.

All the children have name bags now...so handy for outings and camp

and libraries...etc.

A brilliant Carolina blue day today.

I was so eager to sit outside and read, that I got a sunburn.

I just could not leave the sun.

The following poem reminds me of the works of ee cummings.

A friend on my ALS Caregiver support group shared it with us.

on being the holy broken

© Liezel Graham 2018

you wonder

if it is worth

living your life

cracked

wide

open, whether

wearing your heart

on your sleeve

and

all your

hopes

carried in

unclenched

hands,

is ever safe, where

all the world can

see, and

all the world can

say

what they feel

about the tender courage

that has

taken

root

within you.

it will not be easy.

no.

definitely not.

there will be pain.

it is a new birth,

after all.

but, you must not

curl

inward.

lift your head.

unfurl your spirit.

reach upward.

live outward.

you are the holy broken.

the one holding the light.

and if you show your scars, people will come

and sit with you,

and they will listen.

and this

is how we heal each other.

by living gently,

and walking vulnerably.

unafraid of opinion.

ready to wipe away

tears

and

fears

and

other darkness,

with the light

shining

from

the cracks

in our bones.

moved only by the spirit.

so, yes—do it.

live your life

a white dove

on the battlefield.

cracked

right

open.

it will all be ok.