And into me
You breathed a
Fresh sweet air
Like standing on
A mountain top
And inhaling crispness
Like hungrily biting
Into that cool
Green apple feeling
The juice flow
Down your chin
I awaken now
With thoughts of
You and they
Bring me warmth
Like a hearth
Fire on a
Dark November night
Let us speak
Of hope of
Newness of change
Let us see
The world as
An eternal spring
Filled with blessings
And laughter put
Away your despair
And heartache and
Sing the songs
Of joy each
Day brings new
Surprises and challenges
Embrace them like
A child running
Into your arms
Living this life
That I have
Created is less
Living and more
Acceptance there’s no
Challenge it’s comfortable
And safe but
Like a potted
Plant I’m only
Capable of growing
So high whereas
On the uncertain
Prairie I can
Grow as high
As the sky
Plant me there
The memories that
You bring to
Me are like
Presents wrapped up
In pretty paper
And ribbons cascading
They trip over
Each other like
A long-eared puppy
Causing the rollicking
Laughter of thought
So sweet in
My mind then
On my lips
That I lick
Like a cat
To sweet cream
Hope springs from
The mountain of
Faith it is
A cold brook
With clear water
Dip your hand
Into it when
Feeling despair and
Let it quench
Your thirst for
All the possibilities
Tell your friends
That you have
Your happy place
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 