I lay
in bed wondering, like Don Octavio,
“Have I surrendered my
life
to the momentum of
mediocrity?”
I see you lying next
to me,
sleeping so deeply,
that
I can barely see your
chest rise
with each breath.
Have I handed over my
sword
in abject surrender
to mediocrity?
No, for it is I, not
another,
who lays next to you
tonight.
It is speculated that
as one grows in age
beauty fades, but
wisdom increases.
Generalizations do
not fit you,
for the impoverishment of
language
and philosophies fall short
in their attempt to
encapsulate you.
How well has Holy
Mother Sophia
loved you, her Divine
light shines
deep in your eyes. As
your
capacity to love has
increased
so has your beauty
deepened
and spread like a
wild Divine fire
to the lives of all
you touch.
As I lay next to you
tonight,
it is not to the
momentum of mediocrity
that I have
surrendered, no,
it is to you, Doña
Ruth
that I surrender, a
complete and
full surrender to
grace.
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