is now a broken lens -
I can't make sense of
what I used to strive for
I can't make sense
of being right, of a life
comprised of choices -
best things, best ways, best buys,
best explanations
Now, what makes more sense to me
is simple noticing -
where I am, what is unfolding,
what signs of omnipresent Love
are here for me to see,
what is the step I'm called to take right now,
how can I give, right now,
what's being asked of me.
©Wendy Mulhern
April 29, 2021
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