Prayer

I wonder if the river ever despairs of its downward destiny

                                       and harbors a secret desire to flow up.

I wonder if Winter yearns to be Summer,

or a flower wishes it could bloom out of season.

I wonder if silence would like to shout,

        or the sky wants to fall down and become the earth.

Is it enough to just be yourself as you have always been; yearning to be good and kind and loved?  Isn’t this what we all want?  Can you be kind to yourself just as you are in this moment and accept that this is the starting point and move foreword from here?