You are always held

 When thoughts and sensations feel unberable

When you cannot hold yourself up.

When hope dies.

Notice, you are held.

By the Earth.

By the hills and moutains,

rivers and oceans.

By the vastness of space.

By a loving, soft Presence,

closer than breathing,

nearer than the dearest lover.

Even when you cannot bear it.

Even when you reach your limits.

Even when your strength fails

and you cannot find surrender.

The Earth has surrendered to you.

You are already held.

In the loving arms

of the Present.

-- Jeff Foster