Clearing the Path

Spring is under here, I’m sure.
And no amount of shoveling will make it come faster.
This I know.
But I can clear a path for you.

No amount of meditating will make the sun rise faster.
This I know.

But watching my breath

is a good thing to do
while I am waiting.

God has cleared a path for me.

I cannot make spring, or make sunrise,
and some days I can barely make love.
But this I can do.
I can do the work.

God is in the work.
One inch. And then another.
One breath. And then another.
Love.
I am a lousy shoveler,
But I have cleared a narrow path for you.
And also for me.

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