Juggling

Day

Each one is a gift, no doubt,  
mysteriously placed in your waking hand  
or set upon your forehead  
moments before you open your eyes…
Through the calm eye of the window  
everything is in its place  
but so precariously  
this day might be resting somehow 
on the one before it,  
all the days of the past stacked high  
like the impossible tower of dishes  
entertainers used to build on stage. 
No wonder you find yourself  
perched on the top of a tall ladder  
hoping to add one more.  
Just another Wednesday 
you whisper,  
then holding your breath,  
place this cup on yesterday’s saucer  
without the slightest clink.

Billy Collins

Some days feel like this: 
teetering at the top of a finite number of minutes and hours,
trying to not topple over a life so carefully balanced,
even as the wind blows and the fencing sharp
and the ladder of time feels rickety.
It is a balancing act –
this waking up to try on a new day
while juggling everything still in the air
from the days before.
To stay on solid ground,
while flowing with the river of time,
I anchor deep
into the calm eye of your unchanging love,
reminded, once again,
I’m held up from above
when everything beneath me feels precarious.

Grace and peace,

Anita Sorenson
Pastor for Spiritual Formation