Tossed from my bed
by mounting dread
the insatiable To Do List!
dross grist for an unmindful mill.
I get up
as empty tasks masked as nightmares
have cavorted to scare,
I now sit and sip the magic steaming from this cup
that lights my memory
asking what I will make
of this shiny new day:
slight items to check off, that simply take and take?
or, dig more deeply,
grab the choice that only I can fill completely
ignite this soul’s lantern
to join a radiant river
and help slake the incalculable thirst
of a yearning universe
Special thanks to my journeying friend at http://www.poetryoflight.wordpress.com for turning me on to this poem’s inspiration, the shining words of Clarissa Pinkola Estes in “We Were Made For These Times,” in part: “To display the lantern of soul in shadowy times….to be fierce and to show mercy toward others; both are acts of immense bravery and greatest necessity….Struggling souls catch light from other souls who are fully lit and willing to show it.”