Tuesday, March 29, 2011
Day after day we do good deeds.
Slowing seldom to catch our breath.
Never does our spirit rest.
Hurriedly moving from task to task,
wanting each to be the last.
Yet making more lists before the dawn,
reminding ourselves we'll never be done.
When can we possibly stop to learn
what exactly it is we'd do for fun?
How can we know just how we feel
if we never get off the spinning wheel?
And Spirit, our Guide, do we consult?
Doubtful in all this moving about.
Too busy to seek the Guiding Way.
"I must keep going, keep doing.", we say.
Here on this porch at break of day
before the sun has lit the way,
as the weekend begins its course,
I am at peace, without remorse.
I've come to connect with inner light,
to pause for guidance whispered, right.
Noting again the sky so vast.
Knowing my place, at rest, at last.
By Jeanne Loehnis, September 2004
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