The gifts
of therapy and faith,
among a
host of other
invitations
to hope,
are not to bolt yourself
to a clearly-defined
understanding
of who
you are at this moment.
They are
to equip you to know
where you
are, how you got there;
to show
you some of the bread crumbs
along the
path toward the whole person
you were
created to become.
Grace, in
all its many disguises, is,
at one
and the same time,
an hourly
rerouting,
an
end-of-day permission
to accept
today's journey
as enough
for today,
and
courage to wake
tomorrow
with loins girded,
not
because you know
where
you’re going,
but
because you understand
that
journey is life itself.
© 2014
Todd Jenkins
Wonderful, thoughtful poem.
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