For an Election Year

Today I can reject the swill that does not satisfy my soul.

I can beware the upthrust rocks of rhetoric,

the sucking mud of media,

the pitfalls of popular opinion.

I can refuse to be a spectator to the sport of the scum slingers.

I can fling off the choking fuss of fret about the future.

Today I can be still and just look up,

unwordly, open-eyed.

I can raise my gaze in the ancient posture that

centers the focus where my Help comes from-

ethereal practice to see what is intangible

and yet more true than what is urgent-in-my-face.

Today I can wait, and have my strength renewed,

spirit gaining altitude on wings of hope

that what is seen is most certainly not all there is.

I can be patient as I strain toward the day

when only righteousness will reign.

Today I can know that right now in my soul all is well and

someday all will be well.