When my heart is willing, but my body is tired and my mind is weak,
what does it mean to follow my heart and continue to seek
that which warms my soul?
If the journey is what matters, not the beginning or the end,
then how do I learn from history, continue to envision,
and move towards a goal?
If the light best shines through the cracks in my brokeness,
then is my losing when I am best
with no obsession over what is my role?
And are there answers in these questions if I read between the lines,
a sudden gift that I did not expect to find,
that the best healer is one who knows he isn’t whole?