I find I cannot push, even in a good direction.
I mean, of course I can, but I won’t anymore.
I pushed and pushed.
I did all the right things I could.
I prayed for more strength to push.
I did it.
Until it took its toll.
Now, I listen.
And I cannot push even in the direction that it looks like things are flowing.
Things happen as they need to.
Even on my path, I cannot push.
I am walking, walking, walking.
I am thinking.
I am listening.
And then, things come to pass.
They just are.
With no pushing.
© 2013 Kathryn Hardage