Moving On, Slowly
Another Saturday,
knowing I have all I need,
moving slowly in my way,
moseying at the soft speed
of kindness.
If I can only do
one tiny, loving thing,
just between me and you,
even if no one hears my heart sing,
I’ll still be moved to do it.
Doing my best to
not figure it all out too fast,
trusting that it’s true,
my present Good will last.
Now, where are my shoes?
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