These things happen…the soul’s bliss
and suffering are bound together
like the grasses….
The last, sweet exhalations
of timothy and vetch
go out with the song of the bird;
the ravaged field
grows wet with dew.
~Jane Kenyon from Twilight–After Haying
So bound together–the sweetness and the suffering.
I have seen it in others and known it myself.
Renewal and rebirth come from ravage.
Already I am emptying out, not yet filling full from the lungs of eternity.
Breathing will be easy one day, so fresh, so cleansing, so infinite.
I’m holding my breath tightly,
blessed by that last, sweet gasp.