by Camilla Jean Welsch
I was trying hard to figure out my plan.
I sat bunching my pants with my hands,
“maybe I can’t figure it out…”
even with all the machination of my brain,
and I dropped down my head,
And then God said, “Just be your good self.”
That’s all? I smiled gently. That’s all there is to that?
I felt lighter,
that goodness could spawn from me if
I dropped the self-machinations,
and touched what I came upon, lightly.