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
Change is a
Blessed thing a
Gift from God
Nothing to be
Feared but desired
It’s frightening of
Course but new
Stones upon which
To walk are
Always troublesome step
Out of familiar
And into the
Bright light of
Newness for there
You find happiness
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
There is a
Correlation between a
Lightbulb and song
When you meet
Someone new the
Lightbulb of hope
Goes off followed
By the song
In your heart
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 