Shadow WritingHere in the early morning sun,
Writing in prayer journals and morning pages,
My shadow follows my pencil, meeting the paper just where my pencil leaves its mark.
Who is leaving the mark,
My shadow or me?
Who is directing, and who is following,
My shadow, or me?
Is my shadow the anxious, thoughtless, must-get-on, must-cope, mustn’t-think-about-it self
Who tumbled through this life in the sunshine,
Spreading little streaks of darkness
Where before there had been light?
If it is, I want to be the writer,
Conscious and aware of all the good,
Soaking in the light and beauty of this day,
I want to be the leader, and my shadow the follower.
I want to turn to the sun and leave my shadow to follow behind.
My life is with the sun, not in the shadow.