isn’t a lofty goal
It doesn’t come from a counter-top well cleaned or
a cake well baked.
It isn’t in a corner office
or in a church pew.
It isn’t eloquence or poetry or a book well written.
It isn’t art or beauty or music or light.
isn’t God bless you after a sneeze
or I’ll pray for you before a trial.
It isn’t a feeling, a hug,
an ideal that speaks to all the ways
we can perfect ourselves
Goodness knows every failed attempt.
Every white lie,
(yellow lie, green lie, indigo lie.
It hears every raised voice and sees every
It knows the anger of my pounding heart.
Goodness knows every intention not met,
every moment spent looking away.
It knows the
the height of my successes,
the depth of my failings.
And it doesn’t hold hands.
It molds hearts.
It isn’t being best.
It is being broken.
It is silence and darkness and the end before the beginning.
It is the moment in human history,
that shames me to my knees.
It is every broken moment of
my broken life.
My whole life,