I worried
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direktion, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not, how shall
I correct it?
Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?
Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,
hopeless.
Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?
Finally, I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it upp. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.
Om så för en dag, lägg din oro åt sidan. Du kan alltid plocka upp den imorgon om det behövs. Men för idag lägg den åt sidan och lev.
Ta hand om dig.
Jenny Eriksson
Terapirummet Örebro
