Instructions for living a life.
Tell about it.
( Mary Oliver)
Pay attention to the road.
And the traffic.
The directions too.
You may get lost.
Wander off on a path, into the unknown.
Where Discovery waits.
To greet your heart.
Bust it wide open, into the light. Into the world. Into the bright.
Pay attention to the mom with the pain. The one on black top blank stare, hurting insides.
Pay attention to one on the platform, as the rat runs by.
The one with the words looking for a place to light, to land, to rest.
Pay attention to the the one wearing ink for clothing with sadness oozing out and over and into your arms.
Pay attention to the all, the one, the single soul with a hole to fill to make them whole.
And your words may touch and your presence may help. Might even heal. A bit. A place.
He did it well. He paid attention. To the woman at the well.
To the prostitute. To the leper.
Pay attention to even one, to the least.
Discover the joy.
In discovering the moment.
Connect with the one, the child, the mom, the man on his commute.
Let Mercy pierce your heart.And Love spill from your lips.
And stumble down that path.
The one marked well for you.