The way of things...

Banksia seeds

require the fierce heat

of wildfire

to help them open

Tulips need

the gentle warmth

of early Spring

to help them bloom

While daisies dance

in daily rhythm

with the faithful cycle

of the sun

Clams suffer

a sharp instrument

and a delicate cut

to retrieve the pearl

Cocoons must always be opened

from the inside

the wrestle, the fuel

for strength in flight

Egg shells crack

after 21 days

of dedicated presence

and perfectly warm feathers

Doors have hinges

Windows, latches

that need the will and reach

of my hand

And you

my dear heart?

My precious body?

What is the

wisdom in your closing

that first deserves

my honouring?

Let me sit a while

right here

Before I even ask

what you may need

to help you open

There are times

you must break

This much I know

May we both trust

the Mystery of this necessity

But in moments

of fear or choice

may I listen

with reverence and care

to your raw knowing

follow your lead

and trust your timing

That my impatience

for the opening

I foresee or desire

Never override

the holy invitation

to pause, to see,

and offer loving touch

in humble service

to the slow, steady healing

of the sacred pain

within you

The sacred pain of the world