At long last
I am rested
Once again my
Wounds have healed
My armor strong
And swords sharpened
I have awakened
From winters lull
To springs birth
The long cloudy
Days of monsoon
Emotions and raining
Heartache have finally
Been replaced with
Fresh growth and
Greenness at long
Last now I
Wonder what and
Where and if
While standing upon
The hill of
My life trusting
That newness is
Beyond the next
Crest and valley
The hardest part
About leaving anything
Is making the
Decision to leave
This includes love
Jobs and life
And sometimes in
Life the problem
Presented is not
The problem at
Hand and when
Asking for clarity
On something the
Answer given is
Not the question
Asked yet is
A lynch pin
Upon which other
Problems bind it
Is therefore important
To act on
That clarity and
Trust the subsequent
Dismantling of your
Life because it
Is there that
You find clarity
And so and
Yes your life
Has blossomed like
Springs fields and
All about you
Buzz bumblebees and
Fireflies and freshly
Minted lovers snatching
You quickly for
Their bouquet but
Me I am
The willow at
The glens edge
Standing as I
Have for years
Whispering the song
Of wind and
Lullabies shading lazy
Summer afternoon dreamers
And tickling wayward
Boaters don’t think
That I don’t
See you there
But my blossom
You’re there to
Give hope while
I’m here to
Give age it’s
We that makes
Them forget about
Themselves and think
Only of us
You are determined
And better willing
To see the
World for others
You have the
Confidence to click
To take the
Unseen and see
For everyone that
Tell me that
You’re soul inspired
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 