The Poet’s Blessing

Maybe you can relate to this

I was at a poetry reading and music show this evening, and one of the poets was reciting a piece and he was speaking of joy. How no matter how fucked up things are, we can find joy.

And during his performance, as he recited his poem, he looked right at me and said,

“It makes me want to kiss you

Not on the mouth

But on the head.”

And he leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

Granted, it was part of the performance, but the poem was resonating with my soul at a deep level. And it was as if this stranger was telling me that everything was going to be ok.

Because, you see, in the midst of all the turmoil that has been the past few years, from the shooting of Trayvon Martin to the sinking of an oil rig to the bitter and ugly recent election, I have gone through some things.

My marriage fell apart.

Essentially, everything I had built my world around was demolished.

And while still healing from that, I went through a break-up that left me feeling more alone than I ever had before.

My heart had been broken and then broken again.

It seems irreparable.

And what I need is for someone to tell me it will be ok.

Not my parents or a relative or even a friend.

Just someone who has also gone through some things.

A stranger.

Who has no clue what I am feeling.

Tonight, that poet blessed me and told me it would be ok.

Tonight I saw that there is hope, no matter what is going on around me.

Love exists.

Joy exists.

Hope exists.

You are going to be ok.

Eventually.

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