Simply Human

being human.

We are born of breath and borrowed time
Woven from stardust, fragile, sublime.
We stumble through questions with trembling hands,
Building our stories from shifting sand,

We laugh too loud ,we break, we mend,
We ache for beginning, we fear the end.
Our hearts are maps no compass knows,
filled with places tenderness grows.

We carry both shadows and radiant light
We falter by day, yet we dream by night.
We are oceans of sorrow, rivers of grace.
Infinite wonders in finite space.

To be human is not to be whole or complete, but to rise when we fall, to stand on our feet. To love despite loss, to try though we fail that is the beauty that makes us prevail.