Spring Pink Flower, Mo Watson
Sometimes, the world seems too big.
I find myself engulfed and lost in the vast tempest of events, news, relationships there is to tend;
Wondering at how my meager means might be useful at all.
I neglect to remember I am not made for the entirety of needs and availabilities that the world has compiled;
I have been looking out of bounds.
I refocus.
Just here, Just now;
To the near presences.
These paths have been brought to me;
I am able and equipped to be useful,
In my small world.
Mo Watson
