it’s been 25 years, every one a chapter in a book
filled with pages written in words
of surprise and heavenly gifts everyday.
i remember the first, that morning walk,
clammy fog swirling round my face
while inner fogs cleared.
breezes of heaven blew bright and fresh
teaching me to unwrap carefully, faithfully
everyday and hearing that free giggle/laugh.
and then i unveiled me (alas), to us all (me included)
and discovered that i had unwrapped that gift and was done…finished
and revealing my own irrelevance, current, future.
another chapter ended yesterday, another one begun,
passing and being born without a word from me (1st time ever),
at least, not one outloud, lest the universe take offense in silence.
but i remembered, all day long. i always do, you know.
and i sang, i cried, my tears washed my love
so my love could clean hold you secret and unseen.
i am sorry, love…i am. i know i was ruination,
a blight on years meant to resonate and not
rot in futile failed half-built huts.
but i will never sorrow o’er that day, that moment
when Heaven spoke and told me of Their gift,
and my heart was blessed forever after.
i remembered, all day long…and sang.
If i ever forget, may my hand forget to live,
and may i forget to breathe again.