I woke with thunder in my chest
.
And toast crumbs hiding in my coat
.
I prayed for wisdom like a saint
.
Then fought a stubborn parking note
.
I told the mirror, “Be sincere”
.
It winked and showed my crooked hair
.
I searched my soul for holy truth
.
And found a sock beneath the chair
.
The sky looked serious and gray
.
A pigeon strutted like a king
.
I bowed beneath the weight of life
.
Then slipped on one banana string
.
My ego wore a paper crown
.
My conscience had a leaky shoe
.
I tried to walk the noble road
.
And tripped on things I thought I knew
.
I carried grief like sacred stone
.
Then laughed because my soup was cold
.
The heart can break and still complain
.
About the bills it has to hold
.
We want to be both wise and grand
.
Yet lose our keys inside the door
.
We preach about the deeper self
.
Then snack at midnight on the floor
.
But weakness is a lantern too
.
It lights the cracks we try to hide
.
A humbled soul can still stand tall
.
With mustard stains and wounded pride
.
We are the storm, we are the joke
.
We chase the truth, then miss the bus
.
We build our temples out of dust
.
Then sneeze and blame the wind in us
.
So let the solemn meet the strange
.
Let mercy laugh and wisdom bend
.
The human road is hard and odd
.
Yet hope still waits around the bend
.
We fall, confess, get up, and grin
.
Still bruised, still brave, still incomplete
.
A fragile heart can bless the world
.
With muddy shoes and steady feet

…

DCG