We take a piece of information that makes no sense to us and we make that a part of who we are. (Lynda B, paraphrased)You said it, I shook my head
internally, yielding to worthier
knowledge, you so certain
and I so diffident even when
it felt wrong. But I've been told
and gospel it becomes.
You tell me face north to park,
I do it year by year. You begin to
park in that lot – southbound.
Windshield wipers, flushing toilet,
unlocked doors, how many edicts
did I adopt, still seeing no sense?
I'm powerless, living unmanaged life,
when I control or yield to you.
You failed as my higher power,
as did I. Now I choose One
who works.
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