OF TIMES AND PROMISES
It seems okay to let go of dreams
in the cold days of winter,
toss hopes to the wind,
trusting they will return with the
first breath of spring.
I do not concede to failure,
but consider it a warning to
take another path.
And so I walk the chilling
paths of this season.
Morning will come with hope,
and the magic winds will sing
a new song.
I will walk today to
the soft green hills.
I hold in my heart the promise
of an endless journey to the
mountain top
and back again.
I will now
make that journey alone.
I have learned much of life.
I was born of the sun and sand,
salt air, skybirds, southern breeze,
and a blue sky.
I know who I am.
I am a child who cries
at the sound of a wounded bird.
I am a woman who cries
with soft jazz, and poetry.
I laugh at silly things, and
I have a secret love.
Still, I know who I am.
I am God's child, despite
my broken promises, my sins,
and judgments passed.
I am a reflection of me.
Wonderful!
Wonderful!