Tonight I settle into the trust that is necessary when the light leaves the sky (or our life)
into the faith that is required to run my hands over the walls of my heart I cannot see (but I feel thumping with life)
I sink into the silence that is the answer I have been looking for (though I didn’t know it until now)
into the rythym of life (its bass and its treble and its long holds)
I step into the owning of all I have (to hold, to offer, to receive)
into the shape of my presence (and my eventual absence)
and all I am meant to create, love, hold while I’m here.
monique minahan 