Sometimes my OM morphs into an Ugh. The brokenness in the world around me can overwhelm a little heart.

As we walked I pointed out a hole in a cloud and called it a portal. I explained how I like to think of floating through the opening. When asked what was on the other side I mused sometimes a better world. Sometimes the same world but I just have better eyes and perspective. She stared at the opening and then turned to me like the dry ground straining to grab the moisture in the air.

“I like that. But what do I do, what do I hold on to when the sky is cloudless and there are no portals?”

I almost cringed. What wisdom could I offer? I put my hands to my heart and bowed my head and asked for wisdom’s grace. Looking up at the portal I whispered, “Maybe that means you’re on the other side. Or maybe it means instead of floating, it’s time to fly.”

Her eyes were like a laser tractor beam. She grabbed my eyes with hers. I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone dig into my eyes like that. Was she looking for truth? Looking for the “but” or the catch? Unable to loosen my eyes, my heart could only whisper silently, “Listen. Listen. Listen to your heart.”

She released my eyes and turned back to the portal. “Ok. I’ll start with floating first.”

Sometimes my OM morphs into an Ugh. The brokenness in the world around me can overwhelm a little heart. I can’t save the world. I can pause and ask for wisdom’s grace. I can allow Love and Light to do what they do best…. Find the crack between the OM and Ugh. Love and Light become the body of the bird to which the wings attach. The wing of OM. The wing of Ugh. And the singing bird of Love and Light created in the crack. It may be just one little bird. But the world would be more silent and a little emptier if that one small bird never took flight…or never sang.

Sometimes my OM morphs into an Ugh. When I allow Love and Light to fill the crack, OM and Ugh become an Amen.