The sweetness

You know what that you cannot run away from the broken things

So you adjust your path and return with the healing oil.

You pour it onto the soil of your bodies

And become fragrant with green hope. The cleansing of the wind whispers in your soul. And you dance on the clay floor under the hibiscus with another’s hand again.

It is all falling apart and coming together. The grace too wide to contain and the light too sweet to hold. Let it spread.