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Open, open, open
Open, open, open
says the labyrinth to its paths
says the heart to its master
may all closure reverse to open
though it ceases being what it is
© Meisaan Chan
I had always known “faithfulness” to be a frail word
I had always known “faithfulness” to be a frail word
promising more than it could give
until I stepped into your heart
© Meisaan Chan
Holes
“He forgot his entrance,” the actress was staying over drinks last night.
“Just forgot! Can you believe that? How can you just forget to go on?”
and then she describes how they all tried not to stand awkwardly,
red-faced and ad-libbing, trying to cover the hole
his absence of lines and body left in the plot. Afterward,
when they jumped on him, he cried, “You covered for it, right? No big deal,”
leaving them open-mouthed and indignant and small somehow,
as they tried to explain, shouting, “Don’t you see how this affected us,
the entire play? How can you not care about the hole?”
Some people never see the holes they leave,
the wake of their destruction, others’ picking up of their pieces.
Not everyone succeeds at interconnectedness.
And much of life is exactly this:
those who try to fill the holes
and those who make them.
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry
Tagged actress, Holes, interconnectedness, isolation, theater
2 Comments
Cry of a perfectionist
“I’m such a mess,” I say.
“Delighted,” God says.
“That I’m a mess?” I ask.
“That you’re moving,” God says.
© Meisaan Chan
You make me to lie down in green pastures
You make me to lie down in green pastures
because I myself wouldn’t know what to do
with such tenderness
© Meisaan Chan
(photo credit: National Geographic)
(photo credit: National Geographic)
Take comfort
Take comfort:
beauty and abundance
are also off the path
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: Twisted Sifter)
(Photo credit: Twisted Sifter)
Rest can look like death
Rest can look like death
but don’t let fear of stopping
stop you
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
(Photo credit: National Geographic)
Love never pulls back
Love never pulls back;
sometimes she needs to change her course
but still, it is always onward
© Meisaan Chan
May all of life bear your fingerprint
May all of life bear your fingerprint:
trees and rivers and stars,
joy and suffering and loss;
may all of life be washed by your touch
and may you leave hints everywhere that yes, you passed
© Meisaan Chan
Posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry
Tagged fingerprint, joy, loss, presence, stars, suffering, trees
2 Comments
Re-beginnings
It’s a dawning new day
and the world is baptized in new light
you, dripping, need not fear the journey
when the journey is as beautiful
as this
© Meisaan Chan
(Photo credit: Betsy Devany, www.betsydevany.wordpress.com)
(Photo credit: Betsy Devany, www.betsydevany.wordpress.com)
Posted in Poetry, Spiritual poetry
Tagged baptized, beginnings, dripping, journey, light, new day
2 Comments
Curving toward the center 