BY RAYELLEN KISHBACH

Spring is under here, I’m sure.

And no amount of shoveling will make it come

faster.

This I know.

But I can clear a path for you.

No amount of meditating will make the sun rise

faster.

This I know.

But watching my breath

is a good thing to do

while I am waiting.

God has cleared a path for me.

I cannot make spring, or make sunrise,

and some days I can barely make love.

But this I can do.

I can do the work.

God is in the work.

One inch. And then another.

One breath. And then another.

Love.

I am a lousy shoveler,

but I have cleared a narrow path for you.

And also for me.

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