Showing posts with label free will. Show all posts
Showing posts with label free will. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 12, 2025

Showing Up

 How are you showing up in the world today?

Intermittently, like misting rain?

Softly retreating, sun in the clouds?

Do you show up with anger,

and is it even the time?

Do you show up at all?

Do you show up when 

you hear the call?

For others?

For yourself?

Come through,

clear and consistent,

be seen.

Be where you are.

It beats being

nowhere at all.


Monday, November 10, 2025

Changes

How do I know
what I cannot change
until I try?

How do I know
what I cannot change
until I try?

How do I know
what I cannot change
until I try? 

I want truth,
not serenity.

I want growth,
not security.

I want challenge,
not stagnancy. 

How do I know
what I cannot change
until I try? 

I want purpose,
not comfort.

I want more,
not less.

I can no longer accept
or expect less for or from myself.

How do I know
what I cannot change
until I try? 

I will not take "no" until I
think about "how" or "why."

There will be changes and
they will be mine.

Sunday, November 9, 2025

What if?

 Anxiety starts with "what ifs"--

but dreams start with "what if," too.

and how you end that sentence

is entirely up to you. 

What if things were better? 

What if they already were good--

what if you started off grateful,

and the universe understood?

What if your prayer was preparation

and your mind could do the rest?

What if you woke up each day

knowing you were blessed?

What if you were fully present

and finally awake?

Maybe that's all you need

and all that it would take.


Tuesday, August 8, 2023

Unaffirmed

 "God is in charge"

was the affirmation, "So be not afraid."

And while he wrote it

a baby was born with a tumor,

a thousand people died of preventable 

causes, flies surrounded

a starving child,

prisoners sat with faint hope

of seeing freedom,

a wife was beaten while her children

watched and

dozens of judges took

millions of dollars 

in bribes. 

If I believed in the 

first line of this poem,

what would I dare to do about the rest? 

What could I do even now?

Job once was asked where he was

while Earth and Heaven were created,

while he sat on a pile, bereft

and blighted.

We all have questions,

don't we?