It is said
That something new
Is one step
Away from where
You quit that
The thing you
Seek is but
One arm-length away
Before you stop
Walking down your
Path turn around
And see how
Each stone led
You to somewhere
New for it’s
Easier to connect
The dots behind
Than in front
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
Now the love
Comes creeping like
Ivy up a
Brick wall rather
Than the match
Erupting into flame
It’s quiet and
Moves like a
Pond fed by
A brook always
Filled but tranquil
This is love
Now
The day starts
Slowly like growing
Moss on the
Northern face of
A tree slowly
Like a pot
Set to simmer
Like a snowfall
Slow and sleepy
This day starts
Like a child
Awakening from sleep
Drowsy yet excited
By days arrival
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 