This poem is one of the many many MANY I have written in these last years as a way to try to cooperate/endure/stay in the forge. The more exquisite the creation (we human beings), the more the potential for ruin, and I feel that — SO fragmented and disintegrated at times. Can one ever feel whole? It can get crazy … dark … crazy dark. (Is anyone else thinking of “sharks with lasers — laser sharks” from The Lego Movie right now?)
Anyway, God. And the occasional rare treasure of someone who just won’t give up on you even when you rake them through the emotional coals. And the dogged tenacity he puts in our souls to endure. I think God gets a kick out of things like this poem and whatever and whoever in your own lives gives you perspective and lightens the groaning load.
