I have been so busy of late. I got out of my regular morning routine of some spiritual reading, prayer and meditation before breakfast, and listening to music during breakfast. For example, I would have breakfast in my office and multi-task doing something at the computer while eating. I took time off over the long Memorial Day weekend, and this morning did my old regular routine for the first time in a long while. At one point, while listening to music, I dissolved in tears that had no apparent locus. And I remembered this poem.
Poems of our journey