The
Center Knows
Mary
Anne Stewart - January 15, 2016
Sometimes
it is the ones
who
believe they are crazy
who
may not appear
unraveled
and gnarled,
scattered
and split,
who
hold it together
at
the center where no one sees
Sometimes
the ones
who
appear to be free,
to
have the answers
to
questions they have not asked,
they
push their way through
without
having to tell the truth
without
having to carry the weight
Of
years and generations
come
and gone, and here and now,
outside
the walls of time
They
pity the ones
who
belong to the grief
who
accept their share
of
the pain
The
heaviness of space,
not
seen by most,
but
felt by some
Who
try to be the pole,
the
axis that allows insanity
allows
the world to madly spin
without
a total fracture at the core
The
center knows
It
knows more than it wants to know
And
holds, and holds,
and
holds
to
keep itself together,
to
keep the pieces close,
to
hold them, even if they hurt,
even
if they do not fit
Even
if they make us bleed
in
places no one else will look,
we
have to stop and open up
the
fragile wound
the
ears and eyes inside the heart
the
parched throat
of
the silenced voice
Too
long it feels
the
waiting has removed us
from
the soul
Too
long it feels
the
waiting has depleted
what
we thought was strength,
believed
would make us whole
And
all the while
Hands
we may not see
Connected to a she, a they, a he
Connected to a she, a they, a he
Softly
rock and whisper peace
They know the sorrow, born of hell
They know the sorrow, born of hell
They know that rocking us will mend
the
broken shards
The
Center Knows
No
surgery or sudden miracle
or
saving out of fear
or
rushing of the waters
is
the way
Just
rocking us, allowing us
to
bear the heat,
the
shaping of the clay
The
fusing of the broken glass
the
light of each sharp,
isolated
piece,
daring
to reflect
and
be refined,
magnified,
eventually
united
with the rest
These hands,
they
will not interrupt
the
seething abyss
that
sets the soul on fire
They
will not stop the heart
that
draws the lines
back
to their breath
Love
requires pain
and
patient witnessing,
remembering
how
they came to know us,
how
they come to show us
the
freedom
in
the space
The
Center knows
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