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