You were never bold. As a boy you
Beheld the world from distance, as if
The cliff edge was closer. But
Behind those beautiful eyes were
Lands of your own making, where
Wild beasts roamed, unfettered.
Why do all those small cruelties outweigh a
Thousand kindnesses? Why do
Softest souls wound deepest?
Would that it were possible to stay
Inside those dreams you had
But only half remember.
But you were always brave. It requires courage
To take a good long look but then still leap.
Sure, the horizon seemed no closer after the
Small steps, but you made them anyway.
And when days are dark from the doubting,
Take shelter my son. It never rains forever.
The life singing in you is not just journey,
Nor located at some distant destination.
It is here. It is now. It’s what happens
When wounds half-heal but bleed not
Blood, but good. It is not in the width of things
But their depth. It’s a rediscovery of love.