THE HAND UPON MY SHOULDER
The trail is long
in moments of remembered and forgotten.
What pushes or pulls us forward,
leads us into pools of perdition
or raging flames,
believing we know
what’s best for self and others?
Is it snatches of dreams and nightmares?
We are driven and repulsed.
We love and we hate.
A barely conscious mist of memories,
is that the only push?
must a deeper drive connect us to ourselves?
We search and search for answers.
Seldom do they come
and then only in flashing vistas
of “the right.”
We are more than because we care.
We are tied to ourselves and we love another.
It must be Charity
that drags us
from the depths of confusion
and sets us on a path of forever sharing.
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