Adrift

Adrift

I fell hard the other day upon my moral compass

It had lost its footing

Teetered for a bit

Then came crashing down

A thud

A whisper

A silence

It was broken into so many pieces

Shards of broken glass

That did not sparkle in the sun

The day was spent searching

Searching for a replacement

Perhaps a better compass

Stronger, newer, untainted

Yet what was wrong with my old model?

What didn’t I have that would have allowed it to stand for all my days?

What was missing?

Who was missing?

So I reflected

As I always have

As I always will do

We compromise

We capitulate

We abandon what has worked

For something better

Something different

Something with so much promise

We fail to recognize

That our true compass

Our true direction

Is a course that was set

At a very young age

When right and wrong

Was a consequence that was acknowledged

Was a way of life that was recognized and defined.

12/13/18