The hand that grasps and controls
is the same hand
that lets go.
The mind that sorts and decides
is the same mind
that can be opened by mystery
The eyes that do not really see
but look past,
are the same ones
that can catch the vision
We are but soft clay
yet we act as if cast in stone –
armored in our ways.
But life is not done shaping us.
Changes always come to
meet us where we are
and show us another way.
The time for invocation is here.
So lift up your sad, stiff heart –
mistakenly broken by you alone –
and ask Life to soften it.
For the heart of it all,
is to be anchored in softness –
so you can be ready for anything.
Copyright© Cynthia Cady Stanton, 2019