The Choice

I did not choose
all else to be

self shattered
need sharpened
longing lengthened
into needle points

But as I sift
through shards
a choice appears

To scavenge
of a former identity
Or nurture tender shoots

of a new and listening life

Which will I choose?

Hurried productivity
Or intentional attentiveness

Distracted servanthood
Or whole-bodied loving?

“Mary has chosen the best
and she will have it.”