contentment

 

The day is full of empty pages, 

and I spend my nights wondering 

what could have been written on them.

This world promises nothing.

Even those of us who are pampered

Feel regret, pain, and discontentment. 

But, the Lord grants us fleeting moments of understanding...

That often happen in the indefinable space

Where fully living meets dying to ourselves.

I ran outside in the rain today to photograph

This dandelion with every seed intact.

It was such a perfect and fragile moment.

Even as I crouched there,
Other dandelions were being ripped to shreds 
By the raindrops, now coming in quick supply.

A body that will in minutes be on several individual journeys

Is in this moment still and whole...

And so am I.