Fragility

Truth, in all its beauty, deals itself in pain sometimes. How fragile the human body that bears such weight on its back! Weight that spreads beyond the conclaves of the human heart to the fingertips, to the toes that root her to that place and moment in time forever. Can one give words to the moment that tear the fabric of her existence not in half, but to pieces? To pieces. She moves to her chair beneath the bay window. Hidden by the curtain made of the boughs of maple trees outside she writes:

Oh created world! And I belong to this creation. Connected by the desperation of fragility, by the very air that fills my lungs. What gift is this life? Whispered or boomed into existence by the very voice of Love.