we give thanks for tiny prickly perfections

Baby Porcupine


beloved life

we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections
called porcupines

we give thanks that they
nestle so trustingly
in our hands showing
us what it means
to allow which is
to love

we give thanks for the way
they expose our own
vulnerability and the
prickles we hide it beneath

we give thanks for tiny
prickly perfections:
those we hold in our hands
and those whose hands
hold them

we give thanks for this
small revelation and
how it trembles the heart


– miriam louisa

little did I know


little did I know
that it would come


that THIS
would be the shocking
truth –
the answer I had both
longed for and rejected


that THIS
would be as obliterating
as a terrorist’s bomb;
that the old life
would not survive


that THIS
would be the revelation
in naked, unskinned knowing
of the miracle
of every moment’s


only THIS
breath-breathing ‘I’







– miriam louisa