Today I am sharing a poem by Robert Morneau from his book, "Reconciliation" - this is copyrighted but I am using it only to motivate my readers to get the book from Orbis and read it, if you have not done so. The book was published in 2007 and I have returned to the poems at the end as they always seem to help.
Unsettled
Would that things were settled:
the garden weedless,
correspondence all answered,
the check book balanced,
relationships harmonious, peaceful.
Such is not the case--
life itself is unsettling,
with its weeds and spats,
its laundry always there,
its duties demanding care.
Being unsettled is a gift,
a blessing in disguise.
It keeps us on the move,
however turtle-like,
drawing us to a final harvest.
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