🪷"Tend my small ration of eternity"
A poem to uplift a heavy heart
With news stories and loved ones’ suffering weighing on my heart today, I’ve been searching for something uplifting. I finally found my way to my “U” poem in my “Alphabet Meditation Verses” series of learning poems, and it’s speaking to me again, reminding me of the smallness of my viewpoint.
Universe of time with complicated flow-- one vantage point that's mine-- so little that I know-- a child pointing blame for events far beyond, I writhe in ego's game, curse pretend magic wands. These pains--not my fault, nor others': we are all wounded children, descendants of stars. May I look with compassion on others and me and tend my small ration of eternity.
