From In the Middle – Barbara Crooker
“In the middle of a life that’s complicated as everyone else’s,
Struggling for balance, juggling time….
We’ll never get there.
Time is always ahead of us, running down the beach, urging
us on faster, faster, but sometimes we take off our watches,
sometimes we lie in the hammock, caught between the mesh
of rope and the net of stars, suspended, tangled up
In love, running out of time.”
I love those first two lines – “In the middle of a life that’s complicated as everyone else’s, struggling for balance, juggling time.” It is easy to see my struggles as unique, and they are, as complicated, and they are, but viewed objectively they are probably “as complicated as everyone else’s” — less so, if I admit it. I am not struggling for food and shelter, for freedom, for life’s basic needs. Perspective. Amen.
It occurs to me... 