I closed the garden gate
on a quiet early morning
and felt it close
something inside of me,
She stood there
alone on the path
as I looked up and said good-bye
alone on the path
as I looked up and said good-bye
with just a smile,
and as I left I realized
these things that had consumed me
and blotted out the sun from my days
would hold me down as long as I let them,
so I looked to the horizon
and with just a few small steps
to face the new day
to face the new day
I knew what I must do,
I would no longer look back
to measure myself
against the growing distance
from my sufferings,
I would look forward
in days of joyful gratitude
until there was no longer a need
to measure anything.
Ken Owen Van Niddy Press May 2014
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