Heaven Does Touch the Earth

In my mind, the cold sea returns. The life-giving and life destroying sea. One that doesn’t know or understand humans and, yet, one to which humans owe their life and existence. Both are frightening and achingly beautiful. I know them both. I am them both. Yet I am also nothing at times—when I believe I am my body. My body loves me and I love it. Yet, we are attached to each other more than is good. But this is also good. Just very painful. Painful and exciting, and I am wanting more out of life than it can perhaps give, but I hope I am wrong. Heaven does touch the earth, bend down, and give us all the miracles we can receive if we can only keep recognizing them for what they are. And if we don’t recognize them, to trust them anyway.