Saturday, July 31, 2021

The Way It Is

 

One morning you might wake up

to realize that the knot in your stomach

had loosened itself and slipped away,

and that the pit of unfilled longing in your heart

had gradually, and without your really noticing,

been filled in--patched like a pothole, not quite

the same as it was, but good enough.


And in that moment it might occur to you

that your life, though not the way

you planned it, and maybe not even entirely

the way you wanted it, is nonetheless--

persistently, abundantly, miraculously--

exactly what it is.


--Lynn Ungar

[Photo taken in Clifden, County Galway, Ireland]





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