too tired to open it

Photo by Kirsten Miles

When I sat down to write this morning, I got a nudge to share this poem "Dust" by Dorianne Laux. I could have sworn I'd already shared it in a previous post, so I searched for it but couldn't find it. Huh!?

I love the permission to be utterly human in this poem—I was too tired!—and I like how it speaks to both seeing and missing the moments of mercy and the nudges that are being extended to us each day. 

Here it is below. 

May you be tender with yourself today,
Brianna