tumbles and risings

fiftful sleep and occasional nightmares result
from a mind
that refuses to hit the “pause” button.

this week has been one of some tumbles.
I like the ring of the word –
because tumbles remind me of children,
and how when they fall and bruise their knees,
they may cry for a while but they
always get back up again:
the tumbles are forgotten in the
excitement of rising up to new

truly thankful to God for the past two days
of risings,
not that circumstances had miraculously changed,
but I have learnt new lessons

on how to sing this lifesong
freely, beautifully, passionately.

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