my desiderata (aka prayer for spring)

...though yes, i'm aware it is now summer. i think i've posted this before - i'm sure i have, or shoulda...wrote (some version of) this 10 years ago.

I call for you:
Impatient - my middle name.
Wanting something yesterday
Trying to grasp for infinitesimal tiny gems
Through a rush of running water
Blindfolded.

I know
I need to relish
Each moment each heartache each ecstasy each state of nothingness
Because in each unbearable state is a reminder that I am ALIVE.

The key is to know that every hurt will lead to a healing.

You answer:
The leaves of a tree do wither away in the fall and winter
But they grow back in the spring
Don't dwell on when things will get better because
You will never be able to guess or approximate that point
It will happen when you least expect it
Don't be so hard on yourself
You will be happy again.
Open yourself to your emotions
no matter how difficult they are to bear
Remember each feeling…

You've been cutting at trees
that appear to be dying,
thinking they are taking up precious space.
The trees are a part of you
and soon spring will come
and you'll see
they will bloom again
and nourish you with its fruits.