I’m standing at a crossroad. A place where I’m trying to make choices. Responsible choices. I’ve too much going on and I want to simplify. But then I’m confronted with brokenness, and I ache to help—to do something tangible. Sound familiar?
I suspect some of you are with me in the struggle. Often I find that I only see one step ahead, but strangely others can see more clearly than I. Perhaps, just maybe, together we can work out the next step.
As I struggle through decisions—what’s best as a mom, a writer, a wife. I’m called to be purposeful; to demand a higher level for myself; to be a clarion call of beauty, goodness, and truth—I started processing through the written word. I am, after all, a writer! What came out was the poem below.
Do I Dare Disturb the Universe*
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Do I dare disturb the universe?
To grab the tail of the sun streaking across the sky,
To speak into the dark woods and be heard?
Or am I tethered here, turning in my small circle?
A cog in the universal machine, producing productive things;
A modern Sisyphus, doomed to meaningless tasks?
Am I not designed for more?
Created to see, in depth, color, and texture;
Intended to protect, to cry out, to make a difference?
If, while standing at the crossroad, I choose to stay,
Am I content or complacent?
Is this moment to leap away?
But in breaking free,
Flying from the drudgery of the wheel,
Am I rushing, smashing the very thing I want to protect?
So beautiful. I struggle with this too. Will I see you this weekend? I hope so 🙂
Yes. I’ll be at Breathe. I’ll keep an eye out for you!
You sound like me. I have too many things pulling me in different directions. I struggle to keep up with what I must do in connection with writing and promoting books. I lived in Michigan a long time ago … Cheboygan. 🙂
Writing will do that to a girl—have you running in too many directions. It’s kind of the curse of the job I think.
Cheboygan is a beautiful area. We were just up that way this summer. Where are you located now?