Some Mornings
Some mornings I wake up so afraid.
I see how much is slipping away
while I stand in frozen disbelief.
I am overwhelmed by the futility
of my small actions.
I wonder at the naive sureness of my belief
about what is good and true.
Then I am reminded of you
(and you and you and you…).
I notice that while I was standing frozen,
you had placed your beautiful pebble
on the path.
Suddenly, I find the courage
to take a small step forward
and place my pebble there as well.
Because what else are we going to do?
By Maria Brady-Smith
Photo by Mike Smith
Maria, thank you for your poem. Thinking of dear friends who are dealing with major health issues. And maybe all we can do is place a pebble, but the pebble becomes the path, and the path leads forward. Namaste.