by Kriss Miller – Friend in Residence
How is It
How is It
how is it so much to ask
to right the wrongs of the human condition
to find the strength
to hold space for the anguish of another
how is it so much to ask
that one’s body belongs to itself
and not the current state of the state
how is it so much to ask
for food
not only for the body
but for the soul
how is it so much to ask
that the trees breathe in air
as clean for their lungs
as the air, they offer us in return
how is it so much to ask
that a child might run free
in the light of an eternal love
that pours out adoration without extraction
how is it so much to ask
that one sleeps soundly through the night
in a bed with a blanket
woven from their hopes and dreams
how is it so much to ask
for just the right eraser
to rub out the line
between the darkness and the Light
what if instead
we let our hearts be broken
that we ourselves might open
to let in the Light
stopped the asking
erased the lines
and wrapped ourselves in the blankets of our wildest dreams
as though Spirit would ever deny this option
come Light, I am willing