Please don't look to me.
I am humbled by my dearth
of true certainty.
While we reside here,
we excel, fail, and just are.
We may find love's source.
In our finite time,
all seems really important.
Precious few things are.
**** On Life's Journey
Research shows that, “in all cultures, the conviction that one’s predicament is hopeless may cause or hasten disintegration and death.” [Jerome and Julia Frank, Persuasion and Healing] The tools available to me to fight this disease are limited. Could it be that keeping hope alive is the strongest weapon in my arsenal?
4 comments:
My son'd death truly brought me to the finite place of understanding of which you speak. It also confirmed that I know nothing. Perhaps this knowledge is what is meant by just "to be". I don't know and it no longer matters.Paz
Though our themes are a bit different today, we both agree that this is our life now, and we fill it the best we can.
For me, love and family are precious, the rest...doesn't mean much.
Hilda, it is when one is brought down to one's knees by life's biggest challenges that one acquires the humility of realizing just how little one does know.
Muff, finding good in the life I have is my daily objective.
Karen, love and family probably top most people's list.
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