It's like a bomb went off in my life and I'm still picking up the pieces
Trying to figure out how they all go together
I have piles here and there
Not everything survived the blast
But that's ok
Whatever isn't here obviously wasn't necessary
I imagine I will get it all together eventually
Until then I will
continue to putter about this mess
sifting, sorting
keeping, tossing
all the while humming as I go
It is well, It is well,
with my soul