Holy disruption

Resists all corruption;

Forcing a thought

Where once there was naught.

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A Kink

Every journey hits a kink

That makes us have to stop and think.

While it may deal a heavy blow,

Imagine if this wasn’t so.

Every path should force a pause;

Consideration of our cause.

What if this isn’t my true way?

What if my goal’s a mere delay?

What if there may be more for me

That this detour can help me see?

What are my true motivations?

Have they skewed my navigations?

Without questions, I do fear

Too many folks would simply veer

In whatever manner came to mind,

Only to disaster find.

So give some thanks for subtle blocks

That make us pause and then take stock.

It might just be the planted seed

That bears exactly what you need.

Hellish Mornings

Some days, it all just hits the fan.

Doesn’t matter what you plan.

The whole thing seems to go awry,

And leaves you with a need to cry.

But that’s okay, it’s not so strange.

Life often makes us rearrange

The plans we lay so cautiously.

Sometimes it’s done obnoxiously,

But if we somehow find a way

To flow with a disruptive day,

We may look back with grace and see

That all was as it had to be.