Without beckoning
Sometimes the way opens up,
The security you did not know you needed
Is gifted,
And suddenly burdens that pressed
Are slighter,
For something, somewhere, somehow
is looking out
for you
Tag: Hope
There is Always More
Hazel brown eyes glistening
With new
Fill me with hope,
Fill me with promise of another generation,
That is now absorbing all there is to know,
There is doubt,
But so much wonder in just these eyes,
There must be more,
I cannot think that my child alone holds such wonder,
There is hope,
And there is always more
The Plunge In
I have said “yes”
To something
I cannot completely yet fathom,
The pieces have not all come in to place,
Come in to view,
Fear of the unknown
Keeps me at an edge,
And yet warm comfort of hope and good will eases me into the bathwater of mysterious depths,
There has to be something good,
Out of something so right
I tell myself,
As I hold my breath
Preparing for the plunge in
The Illustrator
You, illustrator,
Draw a world where others care,
Where pain shouldn’t be,
You tend to society,
Make a place I want to be
Change Tomorrow
Your Meaning*
You.
You are.
Your existence is not meaningless,
It has had meaning before you could ever even know,
Your actual meaning you may never fully know,
But it is there,
Others see it,
moreover feel it,
Even at a distance,
We know,
it is fully embracing,
There is more,
More meant for you,
Even when times seem endlessly void,
There is an outlet, a point, a goal,
Perhaps you have hints of it,
Or perhaps it is around a bend,
But this is not all,
Your hardship is not pointless,
You are maturing,
into the being you were meant to ripen into,
Your purpose,
your purposes may not be obvious,
now or ever to you,
Persevere,
There is a point,
There is meaning,
There is good
In the fact that
you Live.
- Written for A.M.
She of Letters 