I’ve been wanting to post on this blog for the last couple weeks or so, but I’ve been too busy to commit pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). Alas, I felt like something needed to be shared of where my heart and head are in the first blushes of this new year, especially after having returned from the life changing trip that was my visit to Rio. When I read the poem I’ve posted below, I realized it spoke for the state of my spirit, both in South America and now returned, better than maybe I could have spoken for myself. And the truth is, sometimes somebody else can indeed say it better. So, in the absence of my own verbiage, I share my marrow with you via the undeniably masterful poetry of St. John of the Cross.