In the Gaps

This is where we find it.

In the Gaps

This is where we find it.
In the space between every ending 
and fresh beginning. In the open 
possible between exhale and inhale. 
In the silence following a wet truth
traveling down the dark road from 
mouth sealed to mouth. Between 
proton and electron, ground and sky, 
planet to sun to moon. The upswing 
of the foot, the way it again meets 
the ground. The long miracle of
everything between first sound and 
last cell, in the small crack through 
which the dandelion grows, reaching 
ever patiently, praising the break. 

- Moudi Sbeity

Photo by American Jael on Unsplash

Praise praise that we break and open, otherwise we remain rigid and unchangeable. I want to live having said that everything touched me: beauty, hardship, wonder, loss. Or as Mark Nepo says, “to let the heart be our skin.” This poem was inspired a handful of weeks ago by a class discussion on the gap between what we know and what we don’t know, and how in there is the space for curiosity.

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Want to explore the textures of grief and gratitude through poetry? Join my two-hour contemplative poetry workshop, Alhamdulillah Anyway, on Saturday March 7 from 10am to 12pm MST. There is no required cost, but donations are accepted. Our time is structured with an educational component around the intersection of poetry and mindfulness, group discussion, and of course, time to write and share.

And another offering for those in the Boulder area if you’d like to spend some time with horses, a pen, and a notebook.