by Michael R. Bridges
I’m grateful I’m learning
To look back on all my
Bumbling, misguided failures
And see them as difficult,
Steep, rocky, dark, and
Muddy trails that still
Led me to the same
Spacious vista
I was hoping for.
Out of breath,
But each exhale
A silent, ragged
Hallelujah.
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