Confessions

Carry a torch for me, Christina

My life's gone face down in the dirt

I've started mixing medications

And now I question my self-worth

I don't need to be some kind of genius

I don't have 10,000 hours of time

Nothing's as random as the gift of life

And I hope I'm not wasting mine

I read through St. Augustine's Confessions

I read Thomas Merton and Thich Nhat Hanh

I gathered the Seeds of Contemplation

I fed the birds in my backyard

Hawk takes a sparrow from the feeder

Sparrow takes the berry from the vine

Nothing feels as random as the gift of life

And I hope I'm not wasting mine

Won't you call me if you have the time?

Actually, please call me

I'm at the edges of my mind again

Home office piled high with paper

Half empty week-old cup of tea

Art postcards pinned into the drywall

Life in the color of Paul Klee

Ai Weiwei dropping the Han Dynasty

I can't tell if I should laugh or cry

Nothing feels as random as the gift of life

I hope I'm not wasting mine

Now my kids run circles through the kitchen

I pour a second glass of wine

Nothing feels as random as the love of God

And I hope I'm not wasting mine

Nothing feels as random as the gift of life

And I hope I'm not wasting mine