blessed are you in the tiredness, the beauty of your grief,
where half-closed eyes can better hold and remember
all that is somehow good.
no contradiction here, no either/or,
just two truths we wouldn’t otherwise have seen,
let alone wanted to embrace.
blessed are you, settling yourself there
in the space of yes/and,
where all that is true can be welcomed
not because it is easier, but because it is real.
life is so beautiful. life is so hard.