Skyward

Yesterday was a stressful day; it didn't go quite as well as I had hoped.

And today I walk out into the pouring rain,

in my best shoes, in my favourite jeans… and I stand there

my arms out wide to the raining sky

my eyes closed, face lifted

and as the rain comes down and beats pure life against my face

I realize

again

that yesterday doesn't matter, today not even important

but right now, the thing that lives in my veins

that pours out from me

when i love and when i receive,

when i give and when i breath.

My heart is the confounds of all that is important

and I have good fortune outside of my actions

outside of my results, outside of that which I produce.

I am here, somehow, somehow.

And massive bulbs of rain splash down on my face;

I can feel them hard now deep within my body.

My happiness isn't reliant on these thing upon which I focus,

but upon my returning to this,

my soul, that which resides deep within me,

the thing that nobody sees.

the thing that nobody receives.

until I remember that it's there 

and share it with whomever…

cares, 

loves, 

appreciates enough to stop with me,

and place all of their life into their hands 

and face them to the sky.