Accumulation

Stirring the soup of this so-called life, seasons swirl in my mind,
glimpses of who I have been, swimming in my consciousness
stirring within a stew of questions, tiny bits bubbling up
swirling in my brain’s broth, one question rising…
as the scales fall from my eyes-
who am I, now?

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A Note for National Poetry Month: Hello, and thank you for taking the time to read my poem today. I wrote this poem this morning, and it came to me, as words often do, as I sat down for some quiet time of reading, prayer and contemplation. Honestly this time is nothing fancy, or formal – I am just trying to listen for God in a noisy world, and allow Him to speak to my heart, first and foremost.