In the Midst (poem)

So smart
     with all of our
          big thoughts,
          lofty ideas,
          fancy words —
               all of those words. 
Then it
happens;
     the unexplainable,
     the inexplicable,
     the unimaginable
          and
               those thoughts,
               those ideas,
               those words
          are exposed 
          for what they
               always were,
          for what they
               always have been;
powerless,
     vapid,
          empty,
               void.
All that remains
is
     presence
          in the midst,
and that
is
     enough.
It has to be
     enough
for it is all
     that has ever
          been —
this presence
     of you,
     of me,
     of us
          in the midst.
  — bshivers

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Team, My Friends, and a Racist Welcome

Unpacking Stories