As I stumble along the rocky road I feel hesitant.
When pilgrims passed this way long ago, did they feel hesitant?
My unquiet mind overflows with doubts and tortuous questions.
My earnest goal of transformation eschews self-indulgent hesitance.
Unrelenting fear of inadequacy is like a hungry ghost wandering,
always wandering, doomed to walk to the threshold blocked by hesitance.
A myopic mind constricts one's broader horizons,
obliterating others' needs and tolerance for their hesitance.
Inclusion and genuine acceptance of another's unvarnished self
is the first and greatest step toward a transformed life without hesitance.
Take one step, one step at a time, Clare, ahead not sideways.
The path is never straight, but staying the course transcends hesitance.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
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