there are days,
and this is one,
where I look at the enormity
of the worlds pain,
and can only respond with rage
at the injustice of it all,
but then I have to own my part,
for I have not acted as I should,
not made the small differences I could make,
I have been selfish,
turned away,
chosen not to see
even what is close to me,
right under my nose….
so who am I to rage, or weep
my reflections are through the shattered glass
of a murky mirror,
often I don’t even see myself clearly
so how can I see more?
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I can only turn
to re-turn to my source,
receive the word
that I am fearfully and wonderfully made,
pick myself up,
and walk in the light again!
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