Sunday, November 12, 2017

Gain From Loss

Short poem reflecting on how we must loss something often if we want to gain. If we hold onto everything, we can grasp what is newly being placed into our hand or life.




Step by step, door by door,

creak by creak, hear the floor.


Window pain, Stops the beak

Lying still, Not a peep.


Pull my leg, Spoke a Word

Raised my hairs, Felt, not heard.


Make the sign, Of the cross

Bless my soul, Gain from loss.


I must die, To receive,

No more blind, You believe.