Choice

It seems I must still practice making choices.  I know... I do it all the time.  Still, just like every single client I see as a priest, as a therapist, as a spiritual director, as a consultant, just like everyone else in the whole human family, I must practice making choices.  Even me.  Just like everyone else.

He wants to make sure

I know

This is all my choice,

My option to sit

Even dizzy

In the therapy chair.

My choice to sit.

My option

To close my eyes

Imagine what I need

To give words to,

Think of what I want

To keep to myself.

When I leave

It is even my option to see

The great blue heron

Or not

The great blue heron

Streaming just overhead

An exclamation point

In flight.

My option to receive the sign

Or not

My choice

To write

Even this.