Those who put down what is false, no matter how dear, are my heroes.
THE ROUGH BEAUTY
We think what’s familiar is normal,
but whether you’re born under a rock
or on a cliff six inches from heaven,
nothing matters but the effort to shed
the mud or glare of whatever covers you,
so that nothing is between you and life.
Though everything wants to film you
over: dirt, pain, regret, memory, or theshine of dream and expectation. We
all land the same inch from eternity,
rubbing it like a pebble turned gem
between our fingers.
I think of all this while putting a
band-aid on your thumb that blistered
from gardening a stubborn patch of
earth. I think of this while you touch
the soreness in my heart when
I work too hard at living.
I am uplifted by anyone who dares
to stand naked before the world, to
say, “For all the ways I’ve tried to
change, this is the rough beauty
of what I’ve given to arrive as me.”
A Question to Walk With: In conversation with a friend or loved one, discuss one thing you’ve given to arrive more fully in your life as you truly are.