of heaters & heartache

Sometimes I feel
undone,

grief spilling over
and over,

worry knotting
my stomach,

doubt tightening
my shoulders.

I remind myself today
that being undone
could be good:

undo
these knots
of what has been

undo
this grinding jaw
with praise.

I hear guidance
if only I remember
to ask.

Supper made,
I curl up by
humming heat vent:
warmth spilling over
this knot, this tight,
this ache;
warmth spilling over,
gentle, insistent--grace
here and now:
warmth spilling over.

May grace find you today
wherever
you are,
however
you need.

Love to you,
Amanda