There’s a hole I see,
 a wormhole of sorts,
 that gapes & yawns in my face.
 It’s an edge, a choice,
 a chance to release
 my feeling that 
 something is wrong.
 There’s chaos, yes,
 and short-sighted woe,
 but how can I sink into trust
 that I am always forever held,
 an integral part of the whole
 that’s far beyond 
 my wildest dreams
 and big as eternity holds?
 What will it take
 to believe all is well
 with me and with the world?
 I choose to admit
 my small fearful view
 is not all that really exists.
 I can step out with trust
 as my pathway unfolds
 and choose a story of hope.


This is my latest in the 100 Days of Poems project I started months ago.  Over this last intense year, I have been learning that all is well no matter how it looks.  May you also have that comfort.

  
 For more info on chaos theory:
 https://www.awakin.org/read/view.php?tid=996
 https://www.margaretwheatley.com/articles/leadershiplessons.html
  
 Image credit: https://sharkfreewaters.com/2012/09/05/strange-attractor-patterns-chaos-theory-and-change/