The road beating you down is not the only road.
The moon is over your home while the
sun shines here on a spring Sunday.
The future is now in a new question
and that comes with a willingness to
be open to the messages of the universe,
the butterfly and sunflowers drew the
voice to your awareness and that is
all good: miracles are at hand.
Those from the past are very present.
Leave your shoes, your books, and
walk to a new beginning when the
time is ripe. You truly were giving up
too soon. And we know that is not you.
Become part of all that is and
stand in the trees, stand on the shore,
then walk on, no matter what.
(Inspired by people I know who just finished walking the Camino in Spain, David Whyte’s poem “Finesterre,” and Paul Simon’s Seven Psalms.)
