Day 30 of counting the Omer, Gevurah of Hod
What is on my heart today?
Dusty residue of sorrows,
sinewy remnants of well worn habits
no longer useful,
crystallized old tears
that have begun to form a crusty shell
A tangled web of textured truths,
of stories
and lingering questions.
Inside,
wings flutter like a bird
that slipped in through an open window.
The solution is
not to keep the window locked shut,
but to open it ever wider,
risking everything
to find the way home.