I spend a whole lot of time wondering. Possibly an obsessive amount, rarely coming to any real conclusion, I often find myself wondering about this I can't change. I wonder about love. I wonder about hate. I wonder about the state of the world. I wonder about my personal world. I wonder if I'm ever going to make it. I wonder what "it" really is. I wonder, I wonder, I wonder, I wonder.....ugh!!
Then, it gets serious. I wonder if I can make amend for at least some of the mistakes I've made. I wonder if I can do something to make my mother proud. I wonder how many chances I'll be given, redeemed by God's saving grace, to get my act together and live accordingly. But then the sun slowly begins to rise in a blue-grey sky, reminding me that I am fortunate enough to be blessed with another day. And I am grateful. The wondering ceases to matter, as I let my path chart itself out.
Not too long ago, I got the chance to talk to and smooth things over with a good friend. I've missed the camaraderie and her poignant take on things. I used to wonder if she and I would ever speak again, and have a chance to become closer friends. This morning makes me feel like our wonders work out themselves. Enjoy the new day.
the Rare Poet
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