Globe

Many days,
I hold my life
like a globe
in front of me,
turning it slowly
in my hands,
evaluating it.

Am I good enough?
Even after all these years,
the question persists,
unanswered.
It lives like a deep whisper
beneath everything I do.

But once in a while,
on a morning such as this,
my mind quiet,
the question still asleep,
I can see the globe
that is my life
in a new light-
all blues and greens
swirling as I turn it.
Like the earth.

I realize then
what an extraordinary gift it is
just to be.

By Maria Brady-Smith