Fill

Fill, Five Minute Friday

Running on empty,

as they say,

wondering how to get through the day.

trying not to break

when I think of what

I do not have--all 

the things I crave, and never get.

But maybe I need broken,

a crack to let the light in,

the love in;

spill

and be filled.

We seal ourselves

up so tightly,

so that our hearts don't bleed out

and our souls don't fall.

But we aren't plastic bags

or tightened mason jars,

but cupped hands,

that hold what is given, 

and let the rest slip through 

with gratitude.

Release what is not to keep,

and receive what is blessed.

This is how we fill.