Thursday, August 8, 2024

 

𝗖𝗡𝗼𝗢𝗰𝗲 (by Lynn Ungar)

 

There isn’t a right answer.

There just isn’t. The game show

where the bells ring and the points

go up and the confetti falls

because you got the answer

is a lie. The preacher who would assure you

of how to attain salvation

is making it all up. The doctor

who knows just how to fix

what ails you will be sure

of something else tomorrow.

 

Every choice will

wound someone, heal someone,

build a wall and open a conversation.

 

Things will always happen

that you can’t foresee.

But you have to choose.

 

It’s all we have—that little rudder

that we employ in the midst

of all the eddies and rapids,

the current that pulls us

inexorably toward the sea.

The fact that you are swept along

by the river is no excuse.

 

Watch where you are going.

Lean in toward what you love.

When in doubt, tell the truth.

 


 

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