Seek the lord all you who are poor.
And your hearts will revive.
It’s strange how we always want more and more.
Yet we feel we have less and less however hard we strive.

Insight comes unexpected in strange ways despite our sighing.
I was sitting quietly in the empty Cathedral and someone sat on the same front row.
Lots of plastic bag rustling and fidgeting.
I moved to the Blessed Sacrament chapel in a quiet back row.

The chapel had been closed for a year.
Here was true joy in front of the sacrament.
Banished now all care.
And silent contentment.

Perhaps we shouldn’t worry about distractions, whatever they say.
They all have their part to play.

Haiku

All distractions
Have their part in life to play
We can ignore them