The Unspoken Heart

Back and forth my mind moves between feeling grateful and feeling betrayed. The injustice bothers me. Then I ask myself: didn't the worst of the injustice happen to the best of the men and women? Who am I to complain?

The ignorance makes me feel hopeless. Then I remind myself of my many blessings I am granted for no reason.

I am a nobody in the eyes of the Beloved. I want to remember that. That must feel liberating. Yet I feel trapped.

So I pray and I repent. Then every move I make, every step, I say the word. And I smile.