Reference points, orientation and the breath of life changes as a result. They leave you with more questions than answers. There is both sadness and beauty in these moments. When we are touched by this we discover a momentary glimpse of the heart of the poet.
I am learning to be comfortable in sadness, to live close to hurt and to find peace in my heart. I all too often want to assert my own sovereignty in my life. Since when was I king? I am on a journey and I can enjoy the journey without being too fixed on the destination. There is deep treasure even in disappointment. You just have to look for it.