You’ve succeeded this long in hoping, and
you’re not stupid or selfish or imagine
you’ll be one of the chosen few.
You’re not holding out for a miracle of
divine or human intervention, a grand
fix from a savior, scientist, senator, or CEO.
You’re courageous in your efforts to stay
awake, to engage, even to dream, though days go by and
you wonder what for; is it
not already too late?
Your heart is no fool; each beat a wondering
why why, why why, why would we
come to this? This is not who we are.
We have forgotten who we are.
Yet you must know that your knowing, and
my knowing too, and their knowing, and theirs
will perhaps open a Way. Make that Way
the new wondering of your heart.Phebe Allen Gustafson
