Staring into the night,
searching the space,
”where’s the moon”,
a thought in passing
With head lifted,
my feet heavy, like lead,
firmly planted
like roots of the trees
A brief moment later,
it struck me —
once more I have,
missed the moon
Yet out of the corner
on my far right,
a quiet twinkle,
a star astray;
liken a wandering sheep,
left on its own to roam
until his keep come
steering him back
Perhaps tonight,
no moon needed,
for the star alone;
suffice.
Wherever you are, take heart knowing that being fully present right where you are, is sufficient. Everything else will fall into place.
He has said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness."
Ladies and gentlemen, here we are —
The Wild Muse, #11.
Love, Min
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