Sometimes life doesn’t give you all the pieces to build your house;
you lack the wood, or the nails, or even the strength to build it;
Keep returning to me, says the Lord,
for I am not afraid of missing pieces –
out of the nothing, something: that is what I do
© Meisaan Chan
You will not know who you are until you try, says the Lord
until you succeed
until you fail
until you grasp
until you fall short;
for the journey is not about the flawless journey
but about how intimate you are with your path;
it is your choice whether to be intimate
© Meisaan Chan
Do not worry about endings, says the Lord
they create fertile soil
© Meisaan Chan
Climb the tree of life
swing from her branches;
there are no apples
for you are her fruit
© Meisaan Chan
I can come in abundance
I can come in drought;
cling not to the way I look, says the Lord
or you will miss my myriad forms
© Meisaan Chan
When you can laugh at yourself
that, too, is prayer
© Meisaan Chan
Come, come to me, says the Lord –
then the healing will proceed as planned
then the wounds, watched, will heal
© Meisaan Chan
Sometimes life doesn’t give you all the pieces to build your house;
you lack the wood, or the nails, or even the strength to build it;
Keep returning to me, says the Lord,
for I am not afraid of missing pieces –
out of the nothing, something: that is what I do
© Meisaan Chan
Curving toward the center 