I have several friends who suffer from chronic illnesses, and honestly, I hurt for them in a place I can’t feel, but feel nonetheless. So this is for you my brave warriors. This is for the days your body becomes a cage to the spirit within you that knows peace is waiting for you someday. I love you. I hear you. Carry on precious … one more day … one more hour … one more breath if that’s all you can commit to. This is not all – you are more, and nothing, not even this pain can make you less. For you, dear ones, are made of beyond. Until then, I bless you for enduring now. I would be lost without you, and I thank you for not letting me get lost.
Somedays are dangerous things
they tease and taunt
and ease and haunt
the imperfections of our current state
And on days like that …
when the magic of stardust and wishes call
when the perfection of heaven echoes in the loves we lost
when the sea and the sky brim at a capacity greater than any earthly ambition
my heart aches with a craving I can’t satisfy
at the freedom I see
but don’t have
at the wonders of when
but not yet
at the whims I imagine
when Someday comes
my skin feels too tight
and my tears fall just right
than it seems it should have the right to ever be
because beauty is in the eye of the beheld
and I wish to be held
by something lighter
Reflections to Consider
1. Who do I know that might be depending on “Someday?”
2. How can I make today worth their struggle to stay?
3. What words, quotes, poems, or songs might I cover them in?
4. If I were to pray for them, what would I say?
5. What wildflowers, free and blooming might inspire their view of today?
6. What memories could I share to remind them of better moments in time?
7. What does hope sound like? Smell like? Feel like? Look like? Can I catch some to share?
8. If I visited, what activities could we do together where we were equal and free?
9. What movies and books define our relationship? What else could I add to a care package that would enable and empower?
10. What are ways to love them purely, as they are, and were, and will be … without filter or flaw? How can I show them that they are still them? And I am still me? And we are still us?