Three Movements of Life

In the midst of a multitude
So very many people
And yet so very lonely
Until arriving at the word solitude

On each commute
And every day of work
The default position is hostility
Until we learn it doesn’t work

The illusion of control
And the security of the soul
Fades to gray until giving way
To contemplation, to prayer

Nouwen said it best
We all will find our rest
By opening and reaching out
Not sealing in and shutting out