The day gushed rain
And then gave mild blue skies
With a rumor of coming cold
Not felt in the air
But read in the fading leaves
Dying before frost
Could open their colors.
I walk in meditation
And the world rolls away;
Sometimes Alone sneaks in
And I shutter my chakras
Of energy and empathy,
Feeling myself unworthy.
Torrents of worry teach:
Take one step
And then another;
Repel the rumbling landslide
Of menacing possibilities
Stirring up duststorms
Of what-if and what-have-I-done;
Neither evade what must be
Nor fear the yet-to-come;
Rehearse plays, not troubles;
Repel hurt,
Releasing indignation,
Beckoning understanding.
Resolved:
I will honor the day,
Doing what I truly can,
Releasing the rest
Until such time
As it steps forward,
Confronting me.
When I respect myself,
I sharpen my vision
For others’ struggles
And others’ goodness:
Their that-of-God-within,
And God is always within.
