courage. compassion. connection.
It is quiet in the early morning
As the flowers awaken
With the gentle touch of the sun.
Stillness, dawn’s melody,
Calls the Earth’s creatures to join
The harmony of now.
I sense the time to rise
By the soft day’s light
Peaking through the sides of closed curtains.
An exhale in minor E
Adds a chorus to the morning’s orchestra
Conducting my achy self to stand and dress.
Loneliness clothes my body
Longing adorns my heart
Still damp from the evening’s tears.
With squinted eyes, I glance out the window
Within a moment I can see clearly what
Nature’s community reminds me.
I do not walk alone
Even when my path appears empty.
What are appearances anyway?
Illusions of the mind?
Tricksters of one’s eyes?
What do I believe I see?
Can I notice all things?
Explore what’s beneath the storyline?
“Yes,” I bellow out
In response to nature’s offering
To walk uncloaked out the door.
Guided by the generous breath of the trees
The gritty ground between my toes
Each shifting step savored.
Knowing
Forgetting
Remembering
I do not walk alone
Even when my path appears empty.
Thank you for this painting of courage and vision, Wendy! It is good to be reminded.
Thanks for the gritty reality and the combination of sharing both the struggle and the hope here Wendy. And thanks for letting us have the link to see your creation. May you be well, you who belong with us. William