This little one
Relaxed on a soft rug, the fibers tickling his face
Open to the world. Born with deep empathy
A fun spirit, waiting behind doors
Holding in sounds, to bring surprise
This little one
listening to records, with eyes closed
As the melody dances around him
This little one
Grew, into a compassionate man
Whose heart can hold the world
One whose heart
Can connect with the green, around and under his feet
One whose heart
Can breathe in the divine spirit of all creation
One who sees others who are not seen
One whose heart
Breaks
In the absence of love
Like a shattered precious blue bowl
Knit back together with Gold
Open to the sacredness all around
Able to hold again, hope again
This precious blue bowl
Handmade, more precious, and stronger
Because it has been broken
The divine Gold melded into his cracks, imperfections he wears bravely and fearfully
To comfort others who hide their imperfections in the shadows
Willing to love, willing to hold, willing to connect, willing to hold vulnerability
This little one
Now a man, gazing into the eyes of his neighbor
Sticking his hands in the earth planting seeds for the future
Seeds for sacred community, seeds of hope
Watered with the tears of heartbreak and compassion
