Being soft enough to do whats hard
and having trust in what is right
is a path with many roadblocks,
dead-ends, twists and turns,
but one worth taking
Because as the hardness hardens we become—
softer, softer, softer, giving way
bending, twisting, bouncing back towards balance
But what if it weren’t for the bumps?
If the holes were filled and the gaps cleared,
would the path be as holy?
I try and I try and I try
to see the roadblocks as building blocks,
and the sickness as healing
But I’m told to try only with ease,
with grace— to not do everything
just to do something
and let the rest happen on its own accord
Because it wasn’t hardly me who made this path
but ever so softly it was the path
that made me
