Takes from a torn heart

I weep in gratitude for what I have and frustration for what I want
I sigh in despair and awe at life
I am baffled by how far I’ve come and how far I’ve yet to go
I am weary, worn, drained…yet the scent of trees, the sight of snow and touch of love sustain me eternally 
How can I, we, be both flawed and whole
This is pure mystery to me, waiting merely to unfold 
​~mag