Past grandmother’s stories,
Beyond yesterdays’ lingering
Whispers,
Above clouds of the moment’s
Drama
There is a rendezvous with destiny –
To unlock the lock, I must endure this pain,
To harness the journey’s craft, I must negotiate with
The stones on this path,
To kill the monsters, I must be willing to die first
And then watch how my ashes shall rise against
Another day’s sunrise.
To each scar, there must be a new
Meaningful note added,
To each roadblock, there must be
A new sign-post erected reading,
“this way please…”
To each teardrop, there must
Be a follow-up heartfelt “sigh,”
To each majesty of a rose opening up
To the morning sun there must be
A message delivered,
“that I shall never take this
Glory teaching sight for granted….”
