Welcome home, dear one!
How long I’ve waited to hear your footsteps across the threshold;
come, let me give you rest
let me give you solace
let me give you nourishment,
for the journey is far from over,
even when you’ve arrived
© Meisaan Chan
Welcome home, dear one!
How long I’ve waited to hear your footsteps across the threshold;
come, let me give you rest
let me give you solace
let me give you nourishment,
for the journey is far from over,
even when you’ve arrived
© Meisaan Chan
I thought I knew what a hole was
but then you left
© Meisaan Chan
The destination determines the path
so choose your end goal wisely:
it is tragic to sweat and toil on the winding path
for something you do not want
© Meisaan Chan
If you hunger for wisdom, she will let herself be consumed
If you do not hunger for wisdom, she will quietly sit next to your emptiness
© Meisaan Chan
Incomplete loss is one of the hardest wounds
for you keep trying at the impossible mend
© Meisaan Chan
is understanding that the amount of energy you put into this world
is the amount of energy you need to receive
© Meisaan Chan
Closer and farther
is more important
than right and wrong
© Meisaan Chan
Grief
brutal and raw
O help me, God
© Meisaan Chan
Courage is always anchored
Despair is always unanchored
© Meisaan Chan
I have spoken, says the Lord
and love to speak and speak and speak:
move your hand to the sound of my voice,
caress me with the strokes of your pen;
form the shape of my chin, my ears, the bones of my cheeks,
for how I love words, says the Lord
and how well you know this
© Meisaan Chan