Pausing

is a chance to remember to budge over

to let down the mighty fortress walls

the steely self-defenses

Pausing

is a chance to find the cracks

the threads

the slivers of light

that lets the love break in

And Love,

it’s remembering the goodness

it’s returning along familiar ways that gladden the heart

it’s the coming home, to your hopeful searching, your tip-toe expectation

it’s the welcome – all of you, all of me, all embracing

Love

Pausing

is the realisation

that you are the prompt

behind the pause

You are the crack and the thread

You are the sliver of light

the love breaking in

And you are the space

the holding

that meets me there

in the glorious rubble

the molten mess

You, Love, are home.