All These Things

Oh, how woefully unprepared

We humans are to be ourselves.

The admission seems to be too much.

We would like the view

To be so much brighter,

The foundations so much more secure

Than the teetering structure it actually is.

Aren’t you tired of constantly creating the universe

In your own image?

It must be maddening,

The unending realization

Of things you didn’t account for,

The constant acrobatic maneuvers

Necessary to maintain your position?

It’s so much easier to let the universe be what it is

And trust to its design.

It is someone else’s job

To hold it all together.

Don’t you know it is okay to be who you are?

To move on from where you actually stand?

You are not required to leapfrog into the future.

You are admonished not to,

Not to worry about tomorrow,

But to live a day at a time, according to the design.

Tomorrow, it says, will worry about itself.

Each day has enough trouble of its own.

I cannot be a time traveler

Or a diviner of things to come.

I cannot be a shape shifter,
Molding myself to the desired pattern.

The world is what it is.
We are what we are,

Called to live one moment at a time.

All your disapproval Will not change the way
The world or humanity were made.

You and me and everyone else,

We can only try and change ourselves moment by moment,

And if anyone is changed because of us,

It is not by what we do or say,

But by the grace and will of the unknown

Who is able to hold all these things together

And works to complete what was started.