Disappointment

Sometimes in the slow winding down that accompanies

The letting in of the full grief of disappointment

I feel my entire self uncoiling

As along the path of past regret I walk

Seeing how things were not always as I projected

And feeling defective

At times I reached for

The wrong medicine

And in the absence of care

Surrendered my spirit to

A terrible fall

Waking up amidst the wreckage of broken pieces

Where I found

A missing piece of myself

Obscured before

Most often mirror like in nature

Within what I saw as a flaw

Was also contained

A hidden blessing

And so it is that sometimes disappointment

Is the birthing place

To whose depths

Our soul must fully surrender

In order to find a better way

To more fully engage

With reality

Sometimes disappointment

Is just the way

God gets our attention

And provides fuel for protection

Of our inner life