CONNECTION

Sleeping baby resting on a cream knitted blanket

When your life feels too small
and your path becomes lonely,
those around you are strangers
and facing tomorrow
is a mountain to climb,
Remember the small things;
the face of a baby
a break in the clouds
a flower in full bloom.
Can you find something
in your imperfect life
to love and to hold?
A person, a pet, a book, a song.

And you,
even as you loath yourself.
There you will find lo
shining through cracks
in your looming despair.
For we are all beings of light
pulsating with the rhythm of God’s presence.

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